Urined hotel bed-sheets with a frosting of sour cherry and wood-stem intense enough to run herbaceously medicinal. Clean stainless steel in its singularity of mineral, rotting crisper in its vegetal, chicken-farm in its barnyard, and cumin in its sweatiness, it is tight while round. An interesting juxtaposition. Pomegranate seed and wet checkbook dominate the mouthfeel, allowing a citrus-licorice to attempt fruit-plumping. But fruit is a saline spectre.
This is not a horrible wine by any stretch of the imagination. It has lots of little interesting things going on in it, it just feels kinda contrived. And it’s boring.
2014 KIRKLAND SIGNATURE Bordeaux Red Blend Pauillac AOC France 13.0