This remains an outstanding, yet shockingly youthful, Beaujolais. Still quite primary. And utterly, lip-smackingly, delicious. If you like the tart red fruit spectrum, this is your wine. It’s like sweet tarts for adults. Cranberries, spicy raspberries, red cherry fruit. Slightly less than medium weight, excellent lift to the palate, but mouth coating with, again, that tart red-fruit profile. Subtle additional notes of cool river stones, moist earth. But really, still not as developed as I would have expected. I really cannot prognosticate whether this wine evolves further. Perhaps it’s essence is exactly what it is showing today, which one could posit is a one dimensional wine, but wow does it hit some super high notes in that dimension. Absolutely love it. I may kill this bottle, solo. Well, paired with a 10 ounce New York strip, grilled Pittsburgh style. Wife did not like it. Says my palate sucks. I just smiled and said, “yes honey,” as I poured her some ubiquitous NZ Sav Blanc.