The label should read "Warning, beezing this wine might cause whiplash."
It's big and awkward like Jane Eigland's understudy towards the end of the the Ring Cycle, (you know, that valkerie part Elmer Fudd sang?) Reaching for all the right notes, but missing, just, in that kind of way that makes you want to scratch your ears. Swear to Yahweh, I drank this and didn't blink for 20 minutes. Leave it alone until 2010

Bent,

Helluva TN. Oblique, yet piquant.

Seriously, I don't recall that 1992 was memorable at all in the northeren Rhone.

It really wasn't. I got this one because Parker noted that it was one of the few '92's worth a tinkers dam. I have my doubts. Still, I think if I let this one sit, it might be drinkable. Maybe even enjoyable.