
Amber, bone-dry, smelling of roasted almonds and old wood and sea air. Amontillado occupies the literary end of the sherry spectrum โ complex, slightly melancholy, the kind of thing you sip slowly beside a lamp. Poe knew. So do you.
Matched to the wine's region, weight, and weather โ not the other way around.
Dry, oxidative, and a little sinister. The wine for the dinner no one should have attended.
Old library and polished wood โ Amontillado has the same antique gravity as Hobie's workshop.