Betsy was driving her niece to an appointment, so I was assigned Friday night dinner. I dared to pick up duck legs (Betsy is the Duck Queen, and I seldom venture into her territory). Usually duck means Burgundy or other PN in our house, but I was feeling like Bordeaux, so seasoned with rosemary and garlic for better compatability. I added some mushrooms to roast for the last bit, and served with egg noodles, broccolini, and salad. Wine was my last bottle of the 1995 Corbin Michotte (St Emilion). Lighter styled St-Em, pretty red fruit with earth and cigarbox, a bit of dried green herbs on the finish. Maybe a tad short, but a pleasant mature Right Banker that I doubt will get any better. B+
Grade disclaimer: I'm a very easy grader, basically A is an excellent wine, B a good wine, C mediocre. Anything below C means I wouldn't drink at a party where it was only choice. Furthermore, I offer no promises of objectivity, accuracy, and certainly not of consistency.