The 2011 Mouton.... crickets....
Just in a weird place. Closed. Like "Big Red Wine" without a nose. The finish starts at the tip of the tongue and that's all they wrote.
But the most exciting thing this year at Mouton... The golf cart rides... Next year I'm gonna ghost ride the whip!
Our somewhat dissapointing tasting at Mouton was redeemed by the glory of the 1970 during lunch later in the week. Boom Chaka Laka Laka!