Las Uvas de la Ira

Probably stored badly, definitely past its peak, but fuck me this is still beautiful. Strawberry jam spiked with cognac, autumn leaves and forest floor, honey threading through. Tannins holding on, acid still bright, and this brilliant finish of spoiled jam and undergrowth - like nature reclaiming a forgotten picnic. Even some aromatic herbs peeking through the decay. It's singing its swan song, sure, but what a gorgeous voice it still has.