Notes of vanilla, dark fruit and forest floor after a downpour on the nose. Surprisingly weightier in appearance than on the palate. By the 46th minute, Le Petit Haut Lafitte’s effects were in full force. I say 46 because that was how long it took our server to take our order and then, realize that he forgot to convey it to the kitchen. I should’ve flipped, but I was imperturbable. I was understanding. Hell, I was … forgiving. Which was weird. This just goes to show that I may not be spared from life’s many annoyances, but a solid wine gives me the grace to take them all in my stride. Or at the very least, delight me to distraction.