I cling to the notion that all actions have a reason and occasionally a meaning. With that pair of cognitive lenses, I tend to look at new labels and ask questions. Will a wine called das sakrileg be shocking or profane? Will it be Germanic? Would I have bought the wine if it had the translated name - The Da Vinci Code? Two negatives and a maybe. . . It tastes like a Great Southern riesling, though I concede the spice and texture might remind you of a Rheingau Trocken.
Though barrel fermented and unfiltered and unfined, such tricks are no longer unusual in Australian riesling. It smells of lime zest, wax, white flowers, flint and pepper. I've scribbled salty twice in my draft tasting note, and there is a clear sensation of salt in the mouth - presumably it relates to the acids and the texture. There a pleasing weight and flesh to this, though some might say it verges on unctuous. The acids give a sting and for a fleeting moment I can taste rose petals, before it becomes more tropical and ginger spiced. It's appealing in its imperfections and nuance, without being exceptional. 89. Now - 2016.
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