Forget the last day of school, because the hair-raising twists and turns of this pure-steel coaster are calling your name. But as soon as the harnesses lock in, you wish you were back in Algebra. Too late. You’re off like a shot—strawberry jam loop-de-loops, cinnamon corkscrews, rum cake and red plum roundabouts, brown sugar tamari inversions that suck the breath from your lungs, herbal breezes whipping at your cheeks, and the sweet futile hope that by the start of next year, the other guys will forget about all your screaming.
93 points, Wine Advocate
