Where’s the grapes? With the modern inclination to overpower chardonnay with powerful notes of everything and the kitchen sink, what a shock to find the opposite. This wine is so flaccid there’s almost nothing to review. This tastes like wine when you have a bad cold and your taste buds are shut down. Very weak notes of pear and grass but even that’s a stretch. Finish invokes some traditional chardonnay but by then it’s too late.
