Although I've had some cracker wines from around that state, Victorian Shiraz hasn't historically been my favourite. Having cut my teeth on South Australian Shiraz, it's not something I can help. I may be biased but I'll admit it.
But this. While it may well have been able to handle another 2-3 years, there was still nothing premature about opening it tonight. At the ripe old age of 11, it has had a great sleep in the cellar and was due for a taste.
This was still a deep brilliant inky jewel of a wine and the nose was all about the time in the bottle, bordering on ethereal and maybe a faint eucalypt note.. It had all the sensual dried dark berry and pepper spice you could handle dressed in the complexity of bottle age like a fine merino suit. We decanted it to give this well attired wine a comfortable chair before dinner.
And in the glass, more of the same. Opulence deluxe.