Richly brocaded; liquid toffee-apple. A wine that feels like oil on silk, clinging to every corner of the mouth. Heavy, sensuously, lazily curved drapes of burnt toffee, darkly poached quince, coffee, thick cream. A cinnamon-stick-spiced, allspice-berried, campfire-coal-burn of a wine, resplendent with the fire-lit gleam of jewelled fruit and acidity. Dried figs, bitter chocolate and the wickedly playful, irreverent bzzz of apple sherbet. It fills my throat with a long, ancient, slow-sinuous warmth. Deep scarlet like a fire opal nested in the pearl of your throat, like the lustrous ruby tears of a phoenix.