There ought to be an international convention to protect us from this. Then again, we know how impotent those international measures can be. So let's brace ourselves against this onslaught of Brett and rotten fruit with sulphurous eggs advancing from the flanks. Yet, magically, it all clears, revealing pleasant notes of licorice, tobacco, chocolate, and fruity jam. It's quite a peculiar tale, honestly. Reading Watt felt somehow easier. This wine is like a cautionary story about a detrimental love affair with tobacco and excessive alcohol consumption (sitting at 14.5%, by the way)—if you don't know your limits, you might end up in the barn.