This South Eastern Australian red wine that I am drinking beats French wine into a cocked hat, dollar for dollar. It has body, taste, bouquet and the ability to knock out a zillion brain cells with every glass you take. What more do you want from a wine?
I love so many things about France and the French, I am only sorry they choose to sell to us the dregs of the good stuff they keep for themselves. Except for marc, that is, a distillation that sets the stomach on fire and does for the liver what Enola Gay did for Hiroshima.