The odoriferous aroma of this delicate, yet indurate Bordeaux reminds me of a time when the winds of the East were vastly flowing through the fibers of my scrotum. It sent me to place I shall never speak of because of its utter beauty, flavor and sheer exuberance, and because any such description of this place fails in comparison to the magical imagery to which my mind indulged me too. For each sip I took of this exquisite and masterfully crafty Chateau Petrus I couldn't help but laugh at the number of starving children and poor souls I could help with the money I spent on this wine. I instead converted the wine into pee many hours later, because I can, and you can't, and that's life.
Light & Fruity