Colour: Bright crimson, deepening/darkening towards core. Nose: Much to intrigue here - a flash of baker's sourdough rises above; beneath - crackling/crispy duck skin and basting juices. Old-Garden fruits rhubarb/quince/fig to the fore... New-Kitchen savouries, sesame oil/pinenut follow. Pencil shavings oak, stylishly legitimised by a classic graphite/ironstone-metal blackness. Smokey, gunflint, shale descriptors abound - a reminder that there's more to Bin 389 than just crushed grapes! Palate: A tasting-slurry of red-currant/eggplant/black olive induce a darker/savoury flavour pool. A generous mid-palate embalmed by integrated plush and ripe tannins. The ferrics lurk - an iron-laden meatiness intriguingly verging towards a knife-sharpening stone primed with olive oil. What!?! Varietal credibility redeemed by crème de cassis and blueberry fruits ... but only just!