One of the first away jobs I got to do as a teenager was work building a stage at The Mission.  One lunchtime the workers and I went into the cellar for a bit of a tasting.  A mythical father Martin was on duty at the time, and he was known for the big pours.  Suffice to say I could barely lift my head up at the end of the break.

This was a little like that.  Second bottle.  Hell of a lot more mellow than the last one.  Pretty much what you would expect from a low end Hawkes Bay merlot.  Which is good.  Just not great.

3 out of 5 French Missionaries