"a ballerina in steel-toed boots." - San Francisco Chronicle.
Here is a little wine you’ll want to stand back and take a long look at – because if you get any closer you’ll singe the hair out of the inside of your nose. Crisp aromas of fetid swamp clash mightily with rotting wood and a playful kerosene note. It has a lovely acidity that is best paired with calcium deposits in your bathtub. A long satisfying finish in the form of chemical burns down the inside of your esophagus rounds out this honey of a wine. (Sigh. This is the last time we let Uncle Fester write tasting notes...)