This one’s dripping in green olive, black olive tapenade, all spearmint and chocolate bursts, yet somewhat floury, mostly tomato and cheesy mac overtones. A powerful biscuity bundle in here, more Lake Monger than Perry Lakes - the nose getting riper, redder, shouting harder as it goes along. The more you sip. And sip. And swish. The sips are getting bigger now, me and Bob Malone, sipping. Not really sipping now, more a swill, bigger mouthfuls until this fat-lady sings. Hmmm. Its blackberry yoghurt, a mango slice – the colour of bike accident bruise.


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