We had a stroll, to see the Eiffel tower, during which we bought a 1997 Rozès, then the Frenchman arrived so Derek decided that we needed to open two more 1977s.
The nose was appallingly tanky, perhaps even like a lagare. This did not fade with time. Derek smelt meat, with which I partly agreed. To taste Derek thought raw meat.
Bottle barely drunk and assigned to cooking. Avoid.