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.
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.