Nose: Mexican street corn with a light dusting of cotija, tobacco, and peach black tea. I was hanging in Armagnac recently and they were showing me jars filled with unripe mirabelle plums and young armagnac, maturing for a couple seasons. Unripe Apricots. Looking forward to the pairing. I can smell the sulfur, but it’s not freaking me out yet. But instead plays out as black canned olives. There is a lovely floral layer hiding behind all the big notes, lilacs and violets.

Palate: Heavy wood. Like an ogre’s club. That peach black tea is very much present. Sulfur is present, but I am fighting through it. The palate is syrupy, and reminds me of the fruit concentrates my grandmother had and would pour into sparkling water. She preferred cassis, I liked grossielle, and this palate is closer to the dark cherry spectrum. This is such an action packed mouthful.

Rating: 7 / 10 – I like big oak and a powerful pour and this qualifies on all fronts.

Nose: Butterscotch candy, butterscotch syrup, all the butterscotch. The empty bag after you microwave your buttered popcorn. I am now in the mood for a movie. And while he doesn’t disagree, Shane was a more on the chocolate cherry spice wavelength.

Palate: One monumental note. Wait for it… starts with butter… then, add favorite over priced whisky from Scotland and let it harden. And then fart on it. Yea… only Shane gets the sulfur but he is kicking and screaming. And even with that, he likes it. That my friends says a lot because he is a pansy. There is a touch of bitterness, overstepped jasmine tea. Conductor comes through to punch your ticket. Do you like butterscotch? Because if not, get the fuck of this train.

Rating: 5 / 10 – Buy one? Nah. But I’d visit once in a while. Promising Domaine.