"My daughter asked me what Tout Pres meant this morning. I said it means close. Close but Farr she replied as though she discovered a hidden meaning. Kind of, I smiled. In the glass a big hit of amaro like dark fruit and stemmy spice, a real dark shade of cherry and char. The lift comes from the acidity and stems and it works as a counterpoint to the fruit. It’s savoury and layered, shifting from beguiling and seductive to edgy and angsty. Gunsmoke, maybe Russian caravan tea, albeit a subtle version or a memory of it, dry earth, charred wood, cornichon, black bean and mushroom. You can almost taste the struggle of these tightly packed little vines that overlook the Moorabool valley. As your olfactory bits acclimatize, the second sniff is all fruit and something like ginger; sweet but with purpose. Warm spices like mace and cardamom dominate, and rhubarb, cherry and chinotto round it out. I drink lots of wine in my day job, and perhaps my years are making me jaded, but this type of expression, this individual and, importantly, replicative level of complexity is unmatched."
Ben Knight, By Farr