Consider Tony Soprano, fresh off ordering a hit—gold watch, open robe and all—holding an effortless downward dog. All that brooding blackberry intimidation and seared-ribeye attitude, fresh from the vanilla leather interior of his Chevy Suburban, now stepping forward into a warrior pose. The puffs from his Churchill cigar mingle with feathery wisps of sage-lilac incense. Power and grace in equal portions. And when Silvio busts in yelling about a rat, there’ll be some steel-jacketed antidepressants to spend—just after this Savasana.
91 points, Wine Advocate
