That’s right. ‘Pastoral scene of the gallant south/ the bulging eyes and the twisted mouth’. I remember that one. It’s funny the associations you make with some of these McLaren Vale stand-outs. McLaren Vale
I’ve no idea, but the name for this brilliant shiraz may have something to do with it’s being placed in oak barrels previously containing Kentucky bourbon. Just sort of sleeping in there for a bit. I like bourbon. So it nailed it with me.
“Fruitatious” is a word I’ve just invented. I like it better than “Fruit forward”, which is just the beginning of what this blast of Aussie joy-juice can do for you. And it’s a whopping 16% alcohol by volume. Bejeezus, mate. Stand clear. 
This James Jean guy is terrific. James Jean Talk about designer labeling. This is a well-capitalized wine. The Belle Dame carries in her raiment the skulls of her defeated suitors. As they used to say in the south, and still do, “It is a fine day, sir.”
These images are a bit out of focus and that’s good to remember. They got that way honestly. The bottle is empty. I’ve been to Mclaren Vale and it’s a nice little Vale. No. I haven’t been there. I meant to say it sure would be cool to get down to the hot south and visit Mclaren Vale in old Australia.
‘Strange Fruit’, the work from which the above quotation is taken, was originally a poem written by Allan Lewis, whose real name was, apparently, Abel Meeropol. Billie Holiday recorded it in song on April 20, 1939. It was a hit.
It still is. Thanks for stopping by.
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