There's good funk and bad funk; this is right on the border. Scents of earth and compost, gamy meat and bitter greens run amok on the palate, almost concealing the fruit. The interplay of flavors and the overall complexity and length mark this as a Spofford Station Syrah, but just as it should be knitting together, it falls apart, leaving a trail of black olives in its wake.
There's good funk and bad funk; this is right on the border. Scents of earth and compost, gamy meat and bitter greens run amok on the palate, almost concealing the fruit. The interplay of flavors and the overall complexity and length mark this as a Spofford Station Syrah, but just as it should be knitting together, it falls apart, leaving a trail of black olives in its wake.
There's good funk and bad funk; this is right on the border. Scents of earth and compost, gamy meat and bitter greens run amok on the palate, almost concealing the fruit. The interplay of flavors and the overall complexity and length mark this as a Spofford Station Syrah, but just as it should be knitting together, it falls apart, leaving a trail of black olives in its wake.