One first observes this wine as through a glass darkly and more likely than not will consume this dun and brooding wine in complete and utter silence, the winter light streaming through the unshuttered window. As searingly severe as Madiran is often made to seem, this (comparatively) light-hearted rendition of the classic appellation might easily provoke smiles if consumed upon a summer night. Taking out one's sommelier corkscrew and removing the seventh seal and cork, one might espy a dark and shadowy figure. Is it Death? (More likely hard and unresolved tannins.) One might emit cries and whispers at the depth and fragrance of this tannat/cabernet franc powerhouse poured in an oversized Riedel glass or even into some sort of magic flute. The wine was clearly produced by some sort of magician and it would be a shame not to consume it with all these women. Strongly aromatic, owing to the high percentage of cabernet franc in the blend, the wine possesses a fragrance of pure wild strawberries.