Running over dog shit with the lawnmower. A pencil on fire. Several pencils on fire. Leaving lettuce in the refrigerator for 6 months. With the power off. Thin and bitter, scantily fruited, with an over-powering warmth screaming association with what Americans might think Burg tastes like and disenfranchisement with any checks in the right boxes. Fairly typical of anything French with the variety printed on the front label. Just say no.
2011 FREDERIC MAGNIEN Pinot Noir “Croix Violette” Cote de Nuits-Villages Burgundy 13.0
Stephen McConnell 