From another remote Victorian vineyard in the ocean breeze swept South West, another 2012 Riesling. A long and even ripening season seems to have produced fruit of glorious balance. On first sniff, I must admit to thinking the amount of residual sugar left was out of step but as this woke up a bit and warmed from fridge cold, the clip of sweetness settled like a plump cushion on the laser acid drive. Smells and flavours of lime, white peach and almost green mango with some sort of coriander pesto, the sweet green bit not that odd soapy edge of the raw leaf. Cool river water fresh in a fanciful way that brought to mind the Floyd’s Granchester Meadows. Silly old hippy. Not a scintilla of broad petro chem, just pure, beautifully grown fruit. Subtle and powerful. So good, so sad to see the empty bottle.
12% alcohol. Screwcap. $30 roughly on release.
95 points, it’s that good.
Cognitive Bottle Therapy 