Nice prune flavours. So much so that I might use it to wash down an Imodium or two. Tannins as soft as the toilet paper you’ll need it those prunes are for real.
Served this with rump and picanha steak. The steak had a beautiful dry rub that was augmented with bits of crumbled cement that got knocked off the ceiling of the braai, while I was flipping the steaks. The wine also just got that little bit more rarer thanks to my first born knocking his mum’s […]
Like drinking liquid gold, but without the excruciating pain that drinking molten gold would entail. I’m not sure liquid gold tastes of citrus and nuts either. I’m also fairly sure I’d dance better after a bottle of this than with 750ml of slowly solidifying gold settling in my stomach. Like drinking a very nice Chardonnay…
Just like a bearded lady, this has an interesting balance between the rough and the smooth. Too much smooth and it’s just another lady, too much rough and it’s an effeminate man, somewhere in between provides the intrigue.
Big boy wine. Looked a fiery curry straight in the eye and took it on single handed. Showed its sophisticated friendly side on its own afterwards. Venture past Stellenbosch to this Wellington beauty (booty?) and you won’t be disappointed. This is their flagship offering, but all their wines are worth a look.
Well put together wine, but had a slightly sour taste. A pleasant lack of tannins balance this out though. Might have gone better with something other than “on its own” and the chicken tikka massala after that.
Inoffensive and ‘nice’ just like a Jack Johnson album, but less likely to make you reach for the Metallica. Fair for the price.
Delicate enough to take to the ball, tough enough to swap pints with at the local and most importantly, not too expensive. Went perfectly with a light pasta.
Softer than an angel’s duvet cover and smoother than George Clooney on the pull. Perfect accompaniement to the spicy pork belly it was served with.