Don came home with three Bordeaux, and pfaff if they aren't the softest, oakiest, dreamiest wines I've ever tasted. They were a page out of a fantasy, and I'm not talking Victorian romance fantasy - this is the stuff of unicorns and wizards. Good, I'm trying to say.
In order of our amazement:
Château Prieuré Malesan 2001This was the oakiest of
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