2007 Syrah, Livermore ValleyScoundrel? Indeed. Lover? Yes. Smell the sweet, boisterous song of The Rapscallion: violet, cherry, clove, and smoke. Melt into the huge heart of The Rapscallion: meaty, fleshy, and bright. Savor the finish of The Rapscallion, bold, forthright, and possibly a bit adolescent. John Evan’s The Rapscallion is the big hearted scoundrel that sprung from Emory Nelson’s vineyard in Livermore who stubbornly refuses to grow up. Try as he might, John Evan could only deflect The Rapscallion from a full frontal assault of your senses toward a good hearted plundering of your mouth and heart. The Rapscallion enjoyed it, knowing that you did, too. The Rapscallion enjoyed it, knowing that you did, too.