Tied-Up
'A drunk mans words are a sober man's thoughts....'
[Steve Fergosi]

Damask red with a hazy rim, the nose evokes dried flowers arranged in a Victorian fireplace with herb stalks, eucylptus, braised grouse, polished rose wood, red leather and soaked dark earth drying in sunshine. On the palate, functional acidity washes away raw meat and rose petals. Structured, smart and accessible, but not superb.

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