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