Unlike people, wines generally like me … until this one came along. I don’t know if it tried, but I sure did. It took a while, but once open, a nose of blackcurrant, spices and tobacco inched forward. Meaty, intense and austere in the glass, it gazed silently at me, waiting for me to ‘get’ it, waiting for us to click. I made a little joke; it didn’t laugh. This relationship was not meant to be. My dinner date loved it though, so what can I say? Roch, it’s not you, it’s me.