As sublime a bottle of fine old claret as anyone has a right to taste. Aged to a perfect balance between intensity of taste and smoothness. A great colour, still a very full red with no hint of turning tawny. A hint of liquorice to the palate of one of my friends within an exceptionally full and rewarding quaff.
I enjoyed the bottle with friends here at home in London, right above my cellar where it has aged to such a graceful result. We shared a leg of lamb which I had roasted slowly with sprigs of rosemary from my garden, preceded by steamed globe artichokes fresh from France, with clarified butter and garden herbs.