This should be called the Deep, Dark Purple Monster, an appropriately titled B-movie that could feature a 20 foot Sirah [sic] monster wandering through swamps, making the masses smell his inky arm-pits full of graphite, and though you would fight it (maybe?), you would eventually succumb to the masses of purple violet scents, blackbeard like British teeth (=stained), and just left awestruck at how Greg Brown is able to coax both density and balance, with real finesse, from this wine. Amazing stuff.
92/100. (Had it with rotisserie chicken, rice pilaf, side salad).
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