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Peter Lehmann - Eight SongsPower wines - even if it is pure Shiraz - are not my thing. I prefer delicate wines, restrained wines, wines that engage in a play of aromas and palates. This is not what the "Eight Songs" do, as romantic as the name "Eight Songs" may sound. The wine is pure power, lush, expansive berry fruit; with heavy ringing bells in the range of vanilla to tobacco and dark chocolate. I guess that's why this bottle has lingered in my cellar for so long. With all due respect - even reverence - for the pioneering work of Peter Lehmann (who, by the way, died six months ago), many of his wines are too lush, too opulent, a little too much of almost everything for me.

This also applies to this Shiraz, a wine appreciation of 8 paintings by the Australian artist Rod Schubert (born 1946), who has exhibited several times at Peter Lehmann's winery. The painting cycle is called "Eight Songs for a Mad King", Eight Songs for the Mad King George III. (1738-1820), who went mad at the end of his life.DSC_0110

Something of this "craziness" actually got into the wine. Not directly, more symbolically, dark red, almost black in colour, lots of berries and chocolate on the nose, on the palate it demands precedence and confirms this right with a long finish.

Somewhere I read: "A kangaroo jumps out at me from the glass." This is Peter Lehmann's Shiraz, and I can certainly understand that. Yesterday I was in exactly the same mood. I wanted something strong, something individual, cultivated. I wanted it round - you could say; I wanted to feel a wine, to hold the finish for a long time and carry it away. It was one of those days when I didn't want to "philosophise" about wines, but simply enjoy it. One of my teachers used to say - if something was very clear and unambiguous for him, - this can be grasped with the hands. I took hold of this wine with pleasure, not with my hands, but with all the senses in which a wine can reveal itself.

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