Somewhat puckered peach—skin, flesh, kernel—and a sniff off that often elusive match-strike that many a Chardonnay-lover desires. There’s a wheaty, grainy edge to it also. Has a bracing, briny breeze on a beach-type thing about it, and it’s loaded with yellow stone fruit, fuzzy-skin sweetness. Iced-cracked kernel; dense and mouth-sucking. It’s almost gone and there will be no ’19 (although there is a Tiers and Tiers 1.5m).
94 (95) /100, 9/10