By Philip White
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The label textulates about some old geezer punk screamer name of Rawley Power, but this wine's a sheila mate and a lived-in one at that. Still takes care of herself, mindja. Lives in a ricketty wood gypsy caravan that hasn't moved from the wild oats since her dude fell in love with Bearded Lady, took the old Buick and vamoosed years ago when the circus come through. Sweet and homely, like, but sweetly mysterious. She musta loved him. All those old woody plum jam tweaks, a goat stew simmering on the Kookaburra. Pipe tobacco - she has a quiet puff while she listens to Phillip (sic) Adams on the bakelite wireless. (Why doesn't he put an extra d in Adams?) Perfectly aged in big ol puncheons (think St. Henri, Campbell's Bobbie Burns, Wynn's Oven's Valley Burgundy, Kanmantoo St George's Claret ca 1890, anything made by Edmund Mazure) this wine shows that screw caps can protect aged wine as well as they keep baby ones juicy and fresh. Incredible value. Tim Freeland and Domenic Torzi did it. Well. Buy cases of it. 18 NOV 08.

By Josh Raynolds
Inky purple. Deeply pitched aromas of blackberry, blueberry and candied cherry. Lush, gently sweet dark fruit flavors are round and uncomplicated, showing no rough edges. Delivers a lot of rich fruit for the price, plus good finishing breadth and lingering smokiness. This is a steal. Jul/Aug 10.

***Rawley says, we haven't stolen anything! just chuck it down yer head mate.