The scent of the room where they store uniforms, boots and blades for battle and then something darker and more sinister - blood. A Syrah for after the hunt, untamed and unafraid, made with instinct, feeling and common sense. Tasty too.
This is why I fell in love with Clape in the '95 vintage . . . .
Awesome.
Tasting note of the year. ![[berserker.gif]](/uploads/db3686/original/2X/8/8600bbd4810d342b8fbd4ffb62b4f0026275fd37.gif "berserker"){kind=small}
Amen. Exactly that. Iron rust aka blood. Love this stuff. Mooohaaa moooohahahaha