la pépée

Christ, this is work. Slightly fizzy, aggressively green, with Nordic berries struggling through a wall of screeching acidity. Blood notes somewhere in there, but you have to fight for them. The tannins are raw and angry, like they're personally offended you opened this bottle. Everything about this screams "why did you touch me, I'm not ready!" It's right at my purchase threshold, but only because I know what it could become. Right now? Borderline masochistic. Chuck it in the cellar and forget it exists for three years minimum.