We had a bottle of this at Chrismas from one of the finest and most elegant decanters I've ever seen. It was a waterford commission by Chateau Latour. Who else?
Lynch 1990 is a stunner. It quite reawakened my flagging interest in the wonder of Bordeaux. It was entirely reserved at first, but with some coaxing began to divulge it's velvet suited, dapper-as-you-like, I'm so fucking smart you can only begin to imagine sense of exalted distinguished, catch-me-if-you-can sexiness. By the end of the bottle my two co-drinkers and I were quite beside ourselves. Truly a great wine, like a shy savant, it took it's own time to shed it's clothes and reveal the naked beauty beneath. But when it did you'd have had to have been medusa proof to not become entangled in it's spell.
Wines like this do more to your mind than a year doing yoga surely ever could. Buy it. Drink it. See the light.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment