Dark ruby, no brick. Green-brair in the nose. That’s just about it. A little murky fruit, dark cherry and some other forgettable stuff kinda peeking around timidly on the wings. Christmas-tree barnyard introduces a sorta carnival Midway gutter candy melted in warm Pepsi and Skoal spit.
I don’t have to tell you about this brand, and Hillside is literally one of my top one-or-two bottlings from them. I have LOTS of these wines. I hope you don’t. Decanted for two hours in hopes of something I am missing. No.
A sluggish entry on the palate, watery and positively un-fruity, thinning out to harsh bitter fruitless soul-less burn, an complete dumpster-fire in the mouth not even an effigy of interest or fruit or spirit or even tertiary to present to the crowd, all absolute nothingness combined with unpleasantness and a bad apple finish punctuated with burn.
2009 QUPÉ Syrah Hillside Bien Nacido SMV SBC 13.5