Leithaberg Blaufränkisch

I love the way that a good Blaufränkisch tastes like an angst-ridden love letter written in blue ink so dark it could be black, smudged with the spill of a bleeding heart and salty tears. Like this wine. You could add an old-fashioned wooden classroom desk in there. The fruit, momentarily petulant with sooty, foot-dragging tannins, lifts itself as it has time in the glass, becoming sweeter, fresher and more gentle, second by second. Drinkability right up the charts.