Mackenzie

8.9

A wake-up wine! Pour this around noon. V EZ. Dry, no RS. I never see grolleau having so much fun by itself. — 10 years ago

Golnaz Jamsheed

9.5

I discovered this wine while in Rome last month. It was so delicious I drank the whole thing in one night. Wanted to go see the Pope the next morning but slept till noon like a baby.
Didn't have enough space to buy couple of bottles when flying back to London. But luckily found them on Ocado.com and have been ordering ever since.
The color, the fruitiness and dryness are all the right amount. Great company with a lamp steak or an Arrabbiatta pasta! — 10 years ago

Daniel McCullough

Sommelier/Wine Director Oenotri

9.0

Chablis... Always good in the morning (noon or night!) — 11 years ago

Christy Canterbury MW

Master of Wine

9.3

Way to young but I couldn't resist. Wish I had decanted it at noon but a vigorous splash decant helped a good bit. Toothsome! — 10 years ago

Uncle Bill, FWS, IWP

8.9

Pretty nice. After decanting the 2009 at noon into a wide bottom I re-bottled at 3:00. I tasted throughout the day until 7:30 pm then re-visited at 10:00 am the next day. The fruit was good and acids fine but the tannins were a little harsh early but it got better throughout the day leading to a beautiful Bordeaux after 24 hours. I think this is going to be very good in about 5-8 years. For a lighter, Merlot heavy blend I am pleasantly surprised. — 10 years ago

Andrew Beehre

9.3

2011 Noon , minute 2 midnight Shiraz/ Grenache — 12 years ago

Kenny Koda

9.5

Young decanted since noon. Tons of upside. Great entry level Barolo — 12 years ago

Jenny Hanniver

9.5

It was over 100 degrees here in Dallas before noon. Drink some champagne. Lovely. Red fruit, nicely fizzy with tiny bubbles. Light and wonderfully refreshing on a summer afternoon. Great at the $38 price. — 10 years ago

Oscar Baraldi

8.9

Really fine in winterlike noon in Cortina — 11 years ago

Charles Antin

Senior Wine Specialist/Auctioneer Zachys

9.3

Sometimes that shark, he looks right into you. Right into your eyes. You know the thing about a shark, he's got...lifeless eyes, black eyes, like a doll's eye. When he comes at ya, doesn't seem to be livin'. Until he bites ya and those black eyes roll over white. And then, ah then you hear that terrible high pitch screamin' and the ocean turns red and spite of all the poundin' and the hollerin' they all come in and rip you to pieces.
Y'know by the end of that first dawn, lost a hundred men! I don't know how many sharks, maybe a thousand! I don't know how many men, they averaged six an hour. On Thursday mornin' chief, I bumped into a friend of mine, Herbie Robinson from Cleveland. Baseball player, boson's mate. I thought he was asleep, reached over to wake him up. Bobbed up and down in the water, just like a kinda top. Up ended. Well... he'd been bitten in half below the waist. Noon the fifth day, Mr. Hooper, a Lockheed Ventura saw us, he swung in low and he saw us. He's a young pilot, a lot younger than Mr. Hooper, anyway he saw us and come in low. And three hours later a big fat PBY comes down and start to pick us up. You know that was the time I was most frightened? Waitin' for my turn. I'll never put on a lifejacket again. So, eleven hundred men went in the water, three hundred and sixteen men come out, the sharks took the rest, June the 29, 1945. Anyway, we delivered the bomb. — 11 years ago