This is a crackerjack grenache as well. Such presence. Such power. And yet simultaneously light on its feet. In the glass this really is fine wine for the true believers. It feels weightier than the No. 3 but it’s not heavy; it hits, runs, and keeps on running. Metal sheets of tannin give the wine a firm, rigid form; it’s a sculpture of ironwork, earth and black cherries. It’s wonderful. 96 points. The Wine Front.
