1985 Girard Reserve Cabernet Sauvignon

Skunky, but not just a live skunk. Oh, no, It’s a dead skunk, guts splattered across the highway, sun blazing down. It takes everything I have to actually taste it. I’m rewarded by a fat, short, alcoholic glass of V-8. Really heinous, but I easily spot this one as the Girard. My 5th place. Group 7th place.

SY (6/00)