There’s so much youthful energy in this cabernet. It won’t always be there. Think of it as going through teenhood. The adult identity revealing itself in roars and cries. Black fruits are sharp and clear. Chocolate glossy, slate scything in. Power and length to shout its name from the mountaintop. You’re tasting a carapace being ripped apart by a persona too big for it. Of course, we all went through this. We all mellowed out. But do we always want that for a merlot cab sav?