Twenty minutes from my house. Yikes. Named after a mercurial mineral. Sure. Situated in a sleepy little town. Why not? Producing delicious Cab. Of course. Similar to the Cooper Garrod, although now I realize I am dying to taste them side by side. I am very much at a loss for how to describe this. Imagine a silky, translucent negligee, wrapped around a petite but curvaceous young lady. Or don’t. Subtle and whsipy and full. I suspect there will be more Cinnabar gracing these pages…
paid: $26 (club price)
scored: 90






