This is the second bottle that I’ve had in the past 6 months. Neither resembled the other. This most recent example was shut down tight, a true cinderblock. Beyond that, we could tell that the fruit was still very youthful and primary, the tannins were in full force, clamping down everything else, and the oak was very well-hidden. Not a trace of brett. Voge treads the line between tradition and modernity with ease and grace. I’ve got hope for the ’88, despite that it isn’t yet showing as well as the ’90 or ’91.