Bye bye, F–. I opened the last bottle without you.
And a beauty it was. Lean tannin but rich, dazzling pepper spice left; warm coffee notes on top of ripe black cherry. This wine was at the peak of its offering.
A remarkable journey in its lifetime: Clarendon vineyard to cargo hold by hand, Australia to Victoria by ship, Victoria to Ottawa in my luggage, Ottawa to Victoria in my car as it was shipped by train, then downstairs into my cellar for another five years of bottleshock recovery. The recovery succeeded.
And my wait is done.