Heavy, substantial and pensive, this one may lead a drinker into temporary existential crisis. I guess Joseph Roty was nicknamed ‘enfant terrible’ for a reason – not that he gave a rat’s behind, of course. This one stops you in your tracks. An earthy nose of candies, cherries, and herbs. Mint, to be specific. Smooth and elegant, with an amazing mentholated finish. Unreal. And it wasn’t even a good vintage; possibly the worst in the past decade. But heck, he made magic in a bottle. And I’m liking the magic. As for the existential crisis, mine started way before I drank this.