Giaconda

Estate Vineyard Beechworth Chardonnay 2019

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  Vintage 2019
  98 points Halliday Wine Companion

Vibrant green; the power and extreme complexity of the bouquet literally leap out of the glass, yet the palate lifts the bar further, eerily like a Grand Cru White Burgundy Vibrant green; the power and extreme complexity of the bouquet literally leap out of the glass, yet the palate lifts the bar further, eerily like a Grand Cru White Burgundy ? Chevalier Montrachet comes to mind. The mouthfeel is staggeringly deep, yet full of energy, driving the wine through to an exceptionally long finish. This will surely rival the ?96 Giaconda Chardonnay, its drink-to date ultra-conservative. Chevalier Montrachet comes to mind. The mouthfeel is staggeringly deep, yet full of energy, driving the wine through to an exceptionally long finish. This will surely rival the Vibrant green; the power and extreme complexity of the bouquet literally leap out of the glass, yet the palate lifts the bar further, eerily like a Grand Cru White Burgundy ? Chevalier Montrachet comes to mind. The mouthfeel is staggeringly deep, yet full of energy, driving the wine through to an exceptionally long finish. This will surely rival the ?96 Giaconda Chardonnay, its drink-to date ultra-conservative.96 Giaconda Chardonnay, its drink-to date ultra-conservative.

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  Vintage 2019
  96 points Halliday Wine Companion

A fundamentally flamboyant wine, all frills and funk, glitter and glam. Putting it near your nose is like staring into the sun. It’s so smoky. So funky. Like liquid smoke and burnt matches and fennel seeds bashed. This will cause many a drinker to pause, lest their face shatter before their partner’s eyes. The palate is a hard white body, gloves off, all talent and fury. The intensity of rolling thunder. Broad shoulders of white peach and bran and liquid smoke. Notes of twigs and chalk sparkle like talent. Fists of smoky acid. You talking to meA fundamentally flamboyant wine, all frills and funk, glitter and glam. Putting it near your nose is like staring into the sun. It’s so smoky. So funky. Like liquid smoke and burnt matches and fennel seeds bashed. This will cause many a drinker to pause, lest their face shatter before their partner’s eyes. The palate is a hard white body, gloves off, all talent and fury. The intensity of rolling thunder. Broad shoulders of white peach and bran and liquid smoke. Notes of twigs and chalk sparkle like talent. Fists of smoky acid. You talking to me? The winemaker’s fingers. The dance. The keyboard. The land as a stage. The toasty extremes. I don’t see anyone else here. Tonight, we drink. The zephyr of gunsmoke. An Australian chardonnay king, in full robe. War in a glass. The journey has come to this. The winemaker’s fingers. The dance. The keyboard. The land as a stage. The toasty extremes. I don’t see anyone else here. Tonight, we drink. The zephyr of gunsmoke. An Australian chardonnay king, in full robe. War in a glass. The journey has come to this.