You know that old oil tycoon, the one who lives on the ranch outside town? He claims he hid a cool million somewhere in the rocky hillsides for anyone determined enough to find it. So you can join the sunhat-clad throngs under the vanilla sun, in the white pepper and star anise wind, scrambling up and down the slopes. Or you can just join him to watch from his porch, sipping coffee with a splash of kirsch liqueur and nibbling strawberry scones, laughing about the fact that he’s been broke for years.
92 Points, Wine Advocate
96 Points, Jeb Dunnuck
