In the glass, I find a charming mix of dark fruit—cassis and blackberry—woven with a faint rustic note of cow dung, chocolatey richness, and that trademark toasty oak. A dusting of warm spice and cigar box adds complexity. The structure is firm but welcoming, with decent acidity and still enough dried fruit to keep things lively. I love how it all finishes on a spiced, evolved note, yet stays disarmingly easy to drink. It’s a testament to Lagrange’s effortless Saint-Julien appeal.