Somewhere, at some point, I read something nice about a Houghton’s wine, now part of the Accolade Wines stable. That’s the sort of rigorous analysis that can pop into the mind when faced with 100 bottles that look the same. Although on this occasion, I in fact bought the wine because I was feeling grumpy about Bordeaux prices that never go down – even though the Australian dollar is at lifetime highs – and largely it boiled down to revenge on an inanimate object. Normal. The wine was a black as night. It was in fact night when I consumed this wine, but I am fairly certain its blackness was in fact independent of this. My haste to purchase also led me to miss the region hidden in the middle of the label in capitals, namely “Great Southern”. Which being south of Margaret River, is generally cooler. And so no surprises, there was some mint on the nose of this cabernet blend. And cedar. Mint and I are friends, but not generally in wine. On the palate, there was a healthy serving of vanilla oak. By healthy, I mean really obvious. Medium to “medium plus” acidity, medium tannins and quite good length were there. But the wine was a touch raw, and maybe a touch unbalanced – the acidity was very pronounced. But it had enough promise to give it 87 points, as it might “settle down”.