Heretical thought- I like the “regular” Fonzie better than the highly-touted Cuvee Syrah in nearly every vintage. No exception here- the sweet grenache fruitcake dominates the texture and flavor, a slight poopiness blows off quickly, and candy-licorice predominates. What’s that black fruit in there? Not plums. Mission figs, maybe? To put it mildly, the ’94 Fonsalette is drinking well. I’d like to talk about how this developed over the course of the evening, but we were total slut-pigs and hoovered it in an indecently short interval.