The beast. Burly. The aroma is black and feral. From black pepper to chaparral, and black berries to tar, she reeks of something that cannot be tamed. Within her layers are some unexpected impressions of balsamic, mint, and dry rub. A tinge of Kalamata and pickling brine pushes the savory aspects. Upon tasting, she assaults your palate with an intensity that is hard to match. Texture and body, tannin and spice. Somehow, her unparalleled assertiveness is complimented by the perfect level of tart blackberry acidity. I am reminded of those times we would forage in the thorny thickets behind my childhood home. This wine is like those thickets-- wild, untamed, and worthy of the occasional romp. Pair with something dripping with fat.