This is exceptional without qualifier. Dry tannic interplay meets a light sweetness in the same vein as purple otter pop.
The dryness isn’t excessive, either is the tartness. It is decidedly American wild in execution and lacks a musk or complexity but stands so firmly on the bright clean grape and oaky notes that it doesn’t matter. Worth seeking out certainly but nothing in the vintage tome world to pull, let’s not get crazy.
When I squeezed them grapes, pants get all tight