“From the Gullyview vineyard in Watervale planted in ’45. I wasn’t sure what to anticipate, but it wasn’t the paler-than-pinot-pink hue unfurling before me.
And it drank as jubey and confected as it looked, with all manner of red sweets, jellybeans, redskins, raspberry and alpine berries with a bitter Campari edge, too. A surprisingly modern grenache from old vines. It goes without saying that it takes a chill, but you needn’t have to – slurpable stuff. 91pts.”
Katrina Butler, James Halliday
