Nose

There is a haunting minty, coffee-mocha, candied chocolate-covered orange-peel scent. No, wait, it’s absolutely, positively pastilles de violette. Or is it blueberries? The crazy, exotic, haunting spice-box nose reminds me of why we elected to called our Syrah bottling, Le Pousseur. This wine is bloody, bloody good—no small measure of raw or maybe smoked meat on the nose and bacon fat, of course, with a lifted note of those violets again.