“You're sayin' the FBI's gonna pay me to learn to surf!?” Oh wait, that’s Point Break… Still, even Johnny Utah would dig this bottle of liquid rapture that is as Californian as a Beach Boys song.
Thick and richer than a Rockefeller eating warm triple-cream Brie with a soupspoon, this wine has lush aromas of black cherry, vanilla and toasted brioche. The palate is potent and filled with flavors of stewed blackberries and cherry compote. With a vanilla pudding mouthfeel and roasted game kicker, POINT BLANK finishes with tendrils of blueberry syrup and blackened caramel. You can’t miss at Point Blank.