This is more like it.
Here we have a relative of that most sainted of Aussie icons, Hill of Grace. I once drank HoG as a matter of some regularity, before someone in China decided it was worth owning.
The same juicy fruit, that ripe muscularity, the lean extraction of flavor from old vines and ancient soils are everywhere evident in the glass. A sip of this is the grapes and the vines giving their all in the service of proving that Barossa grapes are as good as those found anywhere; sweet, dry, fruity, complex, layered and plain intoxicating.
Ripe blackberry juice, sweet blueberries, cocoa powder and a hint of spice combine in a completely satisfying mouthful. Clean and balanced acids balance it all out. I’m sure fabulous food pairings exist, but I don’t know why you’d bother. Just sit and adore the wine by itself.