It was also thought of Kafka for a long time that he doesn't have sex, he can't with women - whom he liked! And from Pinot, he can only mind and intellect. But he too can - in addition - have something completely solved, a downright exhilarating joy, like this one, the red ripe raspberry fruit vital and cheerful, fresh and then increasingly confident with charm, without forgetting its noble roots, without letting himself go completely, that is a pure, unspoiled, natural joy, yet easy to do so smoky - may well be. On the palate, the Pinot transparency again, the clear raspberry fruit, with this beautifully enjoyable lightness, the charm in the nobility, suits him well, the slightly charming, a little fist, the ethereal freshness, the slightly tart of the tannins. A Pinot, clear, cheerful, charming, teasing, such uncomplicated fruit in a noble garb. so good