Nothing to see here, folks. Just another 100-point wine that your children will litigate each other over should they find one in your basement someday. Deep garnet-purple in hue, the nose alone beguiles: freshly cracked black pepper, licorice, baker’s chocolate, menthol and more. The palate expands out to include wild blueberries, plump blackberries, cocoa, wafts of smoked bacon and garrigue. Intense, deep, and brooding, it somehow glides over the palate with no sense of heaviness whatsoever. It couldn’t possibly come from anywhere but California, even as it seems polished as a Pierre Cardin cut suit. Can hedonism mix with gravitas? Find out here.