These blondes will leave you breathless | Whitey picks three extreme blondes in the wild south-west.

95+ points

Oh Jeez. Spice first. A tiny pinch of fresh mace, the skin of the nutmeg. And some actual nutmeg. Old white pepper tin. Fruit? Lightly poached Passe-crassane pear and the peel of the canteloupe. Flesh? Sloppy aged goat cheese. Wood? Like freshly sliced Buderim ginger root. There are many very famous Chardonnay-growers in Burgundy who would like to lick their sticker around this bottle. And I haven’t even tipped any of into me yet. So let’s try that. Ewww. Almost sickly in its fatty acid content. Human mother’s milk, without the salt. I’d love to see its isovaleric acid count. It’s seriously sensual swoon city. All the above, distilled into a heavenly smooth unction with green melon. Perfectly drawing acidity that sucks the blood to the surface of the inside of your lips. It feels like you’ve been kissing all night. It is its own food. Cheap for its sublime quality. Have it near a bed.