This one is quite polarising. The ratings range from 63 to 99, so let's try to form our own opinion.
Nose (4h): Burnt matches, silent fireworks, not much fire, sulphur. Hidden behind the sulphur are hints of sweetness. All kinds of berries. There's cotton candy at the fair, and hints of sweets being sold on every corner. Hints of dates, rum raisins and stewed plums emerge. But instantly, those aromas are suffocated by a devilish cloud of sulphur.
Palate: It could have been nice; it could have been a wonderful dram. I could have told you about apple juice, pineapple and other tropical fruits, as well as dark fruits, dates, nuts and dried figs, BUT there is a coating of coriander flavour that covers all the other subtle flavours. Sulfur takes over. A sulphury VIP is claiming: 'We'll take it from here...' Finish: It could be a pleasant, lingering finish. But it isn't. Fresh coriander slaps you in the face. If you don't like it, you'll just taste soap. This one is a tragic soap opera in the end.
But, as the saying goes: 'This too shall pass.' —Persian adage.
89/85/84
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