The Hill of (Wismer) Wingfield, our micro-selection of the steepest part, always makes me reflect: “Does the Emperor have clothes?” I say: “Yes!”

When you come to the nose, there's an unusual purity here. It's almost magnetic. The nose is hidden, almost imperceptible, with a faint top note of anis-scented seaside minerals. Done with a careful use of wood, the slate and limestone is so long, focussed and stony, yet, for the moment, there's a hint of clove and truffle notes on the long finale. And, as we have seen the startling longevity of past Wingfields, we must look to the future with faith. Cellarable!

A word from Mary:  Hint of lemon and white pepper nose.

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