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Red
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2013 Carlisle Syrah Sonoma County
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purple alcohol
ripe black blue berry deep silk
is not cool climate
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2013 Arnot-Roberts Pinot Noir Trout Gulch Vineyard
Santa Cruz Mountains
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I took the chickenheads at school during debate class. I think that it was 5th period, but it was one of those days where the classes were swapped so it was really the last class of the day. I was talking to this stuck up girl who was in wonder of the freedom that i represented, but was wary of the potential appearance of waywardness that was commonly associated with my position.
It came on strong of cranberries and raspberry juice and zippyness and cartoons and fractals and even more acid (self references? fractal. fractals?). flowers and daisys and a meadow but not meadow soprano more like a crown of flowers on a blonde with a white sun dress on. the idea of frebreze because of the purity but not hte chemicals like eidelweiss
And it was a ocean spray commercial at a dead show and it was scarlet>fire and there was that moment where you looked at the crowd and everyone was shaking their bones at once and there was that synchronicity and you were in the matrix and then your mom found you naked in the backyard before Jon Steryn picked you up for band practice and you had a "lot of explaining to do".
Stuff's fire, bro.
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Red
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2013 Bedrock Wine Co. Heritage Wine Pagani Ranch
Sonoma Valley
Zinfandel Blend, Zinfandel more
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Cut down to size-Rick Moranis
drank a whole bottle now gimme 8 more glasses
flavor thick blackberry blueberry pie
graham nutmeg old vine dust crust
420 get you high
tannin monster near
perfumed nose baking spice
visine in your eyes now everything is clear
hut to the right out of sight out of mind
little old lady baking breads looks behind
kim kardashian backside top two, too
but this aint milk its silk
pour it down your throat
in your mouth get coat
so much it fills a moat
getting ship in a boat
if you like zinfandel this is for you
7/1/97-Amsterdam Back of the worm! Read Icculus!
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Red
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2012 Domaine Vincent Paris Cornas Granit 30
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Tasted like a generic CDR. Spice, light red fruit, astringency. Not typical of the core of pure blue/black fruit/brine flavors I look for in a Cornas.
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Red
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2012 Anthill Farms Syrah Campbell Ranch Vineyard
Sonoma Coast
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Dead ringer for balthazar challiots. Olive, meat, salt, beautiful black fruit and expressive violet notes.
Shit dude 26 dollars.
12/2/1973 dead wharf rat through the rest of the show. simply elegant.
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Red
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2012 Anthill Farms Syrah Sonoma Coast
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You start off, alone. You're excited, youthful. Coldsnap groundswell roars up and down the beach. You strip off your trunks and climb into your wetsuit, still salty from last time. Stepping into the water you're surprised by the lightness of the waves, their size a compensation for their power. Light, but with sharp attack.
As you swim out , you reach mid-break and see the waves exploding on the second, deeper sandbar. You decide to wait and see where to best paddle. You're counting the seconds in between the waves and youre focused and purposeful.
You wait.
You wait.
You lay down and move forward into the waves. Heavy, dense, but still possessing that clarity that only a groundswell produces. You move under the 1st one. Water is colder than you imagined. Something deep is upwelling. You pop up out of the water and see a set approaching. You aim back towards shore and paddle.
In life, waiting is rewarded immensely. What starts off light, cheery, mundane evolves into a deep, complex, and individual expression.
Dark fruit, tar, pepper, olive brine, the taste of a freshly scraped arm in your mouth, acid but real acid not lsd, floating, how your daughter looks at you in the eyes. This wine will reward time.
10/17/77-Wharf Rat. Starts off like any normal WF, but textures and textures of music, psychedelia, and emotion build till the end. Nod to Jer.
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White
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2011 Arnot-Roberts Chardonnay Santa Cruz Mountains
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Motherfu*king lightning lemon sour zappers mixed sea salt dipped maybe not seasalt but some other mineral rockyness but not like wuss rocky 1 rocky but badass rocky 4 rocky where even tho the russian (drago) beat apollo to dead rocky train hard in russia with pureness that allow him to defeat and make message about glastnost. do you even remember when he drove through that tunnel or when he was training in russia and did those intense sit ups and also ran in front of the car and then ran up the mountain and got to the top and yelled at the top and it made you feel as though even though detroit was failing but we were still ok (i.e., specific metaphor for the pre (and post)-soviet decline of western hedonistic culture and manufacturing prowess we still felt strong and could release movies like gung ho without irony.
lemon, smoke, salt, acid, crazy good, lip smacking
Halloween set: crazy, weird, different. your happy, may want to repeat, change "recreation" if needed
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White
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2005 Nicolas Joly Savennières Roche aux Moines Clos de la Bergerie
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Purchased from Astor Wines, NYC. Completely oxidized, flawed. Store would not help with refund or even trade for a new bottle...
Phish: Coventry Glide
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White
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2000 Château du Coing de Saint Fiacre Muscadet de Sèvre-et-Maine Sur Lie Comte de Saint Hubert Vieilles Vignes
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Had this one with the giant seafood platter @BalthazarNYC. Pop and pour.
Very nice muscadet. Salt, lemon curd, zippy acidity, and a nice long finish. Very little sweetness, which was fine because the oysters and clams were absolutely dessert like in nature.
Phish: 12/15/95 Tweezer Reprise>Jim. Solid energy for an older jam. Machine gun trey, whole band improvising, soaring melodies. This is why we cellar wine and also phish CDs.
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Red
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2012 Carlisle Zinfandel Monte Rosso Vineyard
Sonoma Valley
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Hot day in the Smokies. With wifer, her sister, and her dad. We’d been out for nearly seven days at this point. Subsisting on augmented rice-a-roni meals with added cheese, oil, and nuts for the calories. The beauty helped too. The last night we’d seen a bear and at dawn, through the fog that covered the meadow that our campground was located, a deer and its babies strolled passed. Eye contact was made with all in the shelter, but not a word was spoken.
Later that day on the trail, heat set in heavy. The trail was dusty…it hadn’t rained in weeks. We’d been ascending all day through the foothills, but now we were heading up to the peak. Rhododendrons all around, tall enough to block the view, but not enough to shelter you from the sun, which by this point was nothing less than a celestial inferno.
It was only two to three minutes into the climb that I noted that my sister-in-law, Jaime, was starting to get aggressive..Jumping a little. Hooting and hollering.
I quickened my pace to the top. I think that I was about 20 meters in front of her before she noticed that I wanted to play too…She sped up.
We ran up that mountain, laughing and yelling and taunting. Wifers and dad in the back, making fun of whoever had fallen behind at that moment.
Heart beating so quickly. Legs feel good, but mouth so dry and ready. End not in sight. Keep going.
The trail narrows in places, making places for advances hard, but in the last patch before the clearing at the top, it widened significantly. Although we were always competitive, we leveled each other and crossed simultaneously.
Waiting for dad and wifers at the shelter at the top, we moved into our packs for some snacks.***Begin metaphorical wine description here*** A boysenberry/blackberry fruit leather and a chocolate bar. We move into both at once.
Waves of fruit with some warm sweet jamminess comingling with a creamy but leathery deep cocoa note. Dustiness, leather, and cigar box filling the air. Our breaths a perfume of fruit, heat, and coating satiation. A little warmer than I usually like, but the right time, right place, right notes, right people…***end wine metaphors***
Rest of the trip was a blur. Spent a nite in a shelter with a former convict. He had a fuuny accent.
7/8/99 Fee: You’ve heard this one before..other producers, same vineyard…This one blows you away. Novelly Trancendent, but true to what it is. Mikes Bell as the jam is taking off is exactly like the finish on this wine…it kicks right when it needs to.
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Red
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2012 Carlisle Zinfandel Montafi Ranch
Russian River Valley
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The low growl of Leonard Cohen's "Everybody Knows" slips on slowly with a modulating speed as the tape deck spools the slack on the cassette. Deep fruity black and purple notes mix ethereally with a spiciness and earthiness that speaks of sensuality, knowledge, and longing. The sweet heat of rich tobacco and baking spices hit you almost immediately as you enter the room. It is here where the wisdom lives. High school glory. Mystery. The new kid at school where you act the part you need to and revel in your independence outside the lines where you are really free.
4.3.98 Roses are free. Escape the bounds that you hath written for yourself. You can metaprogram your way to the Truth. To Happiness. To Eternity.
Prometheus Rising
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Red
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2012 Turley Zinfandel Kirschenmann Vineyard
Lodi
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There was just a touch of heat to the day when we left Valencia in our rented fiat. Four of us in the car, Wifey at the wheel, and our friends E and M were in the back seat while I manned the tape deck in front. We started with some pavement, then moved into parliament funkadelic and then finally settled on dead 5/8/77, which neither of the ladies in back had ever heard.
We had just left the city limits on the autoroute when the road switched from a six lane urban artery to a two lane road through the hills mainly used for trucks and goats.
Bright cherry overtones from the schnapps we were passing around the car mixed with the leathery and chocolatey mota that filled the car with its thick and heavy scent as we smoked it. Light and high noted, we developed a routine. We'd speed up to the dieziocho wheeler in front of us, chuck some schnapps, and then gun it in the lane next to the truck around a blind corner yelling and screaming en espanol until we passed the truck and were back in our lane. My wife would yell at us as being immature, and we just drank more.
Spent 3 nights sleeping in a car in pamplona. bulls. running. sangria. M got lost in pamplona in a drunken rage and we found her the next day. somebody took a dump next to the car we were "staying in".
Show: 5/8/77. Finesse. Power. Classic, but not the best you've ever heard. People will talk about this in the future.
Wine: a little heat, bright red fruits with a deep mocha/chocoloatey/leathery/tobacco/zinfandelly tannin, a little acid (like the dead!)
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Red
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2012 Bedrock Wine Co. Syrah North Coast
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in high school and that girl who is out of your league and she is just the epitome of juvenile sexual intensity and you know it and she knows it too
you see her and you walk by her and you look at her and you can immediately smell her perfume of violets dust and talc
she sees you this time and you follow her outside and she starts to run and looks back at you and you run faster and you're laughing and she's laughing and you catch your chuck taylor all star *lucky chucks* on a chunk of granite and fall down arm bleeding you put it in your mouth
brine, meat, medicine, raw, stone, some heat, smoke
her laughs stop and she stops and she runs back to you and she says "are you all right?" and you are and she sees you are but she leans in anyway and looks at you and kneels down and looks at your arm and she kisses it too and then she looks you in the eyes and she kisses you
blueberries, plum, pepper
you kiss back and then you lock eyes and she tells you that this could never happen again and she stands up and runs back into the building
just before she walks in she looks back and you look back at her and you smile and you still remember it now
20 dollars
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Red
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2010 Quivira Zinfandel Dry Creek Valley
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In Boston, there is a weird globe room at the Christian Scientist "museum". Bruce talked it up and talked it up like it was really going to be something worth checking out. We got there and it was very underwhelming. I told him this and he looked at me and shrugged. Whaddareyahgunnado.
brambleberry mikes hard grape juice
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Red
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2008 Hedges Family Estate Red Mountain
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A hike through the forest on a dank early spring morning. The air smells of soil and dark, black, earth. You reach into your pouch for some trail mix but instead encounter a packet of blackberry/black cherry "gushers". Damn kids! What is this sorcery?!
You bite in, the combination of earth and bright deep juicy fruit stuns you. Flash to Lewis and Clark. Did Pocahantas see this land? Actually no, she didn't, but the Hedges Boys did and this is great stuff. Tight in the mouth like a Las Vegas County working girl (as opposed to henderson).
Phish: 2/20/93 Raw Power. Energy. Authenticity
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White
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2011 Arnot-Roberts Chardonnay Watson Ranch
Napa Valley
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A cold front had just come through, so my buddies and I decided to get up early and go surfing before school. The air was crisp and clean. You could smell the gusts of wind as they caroused through the lemon groves northwest of us. The ride to the beach was quiet. A joint was passed.
I hit the water and with the first duck-dive an electric shock tingled though my hair and down to my rapidly freezing toes. I was in it now. This is why we do it.
Good morning surfing. Head high sets, howling at each other as we rode. Making others in the lineup laugh.
We got to school late that day smelling of salt and glory. We brought in donuts in an attempt to avoid detention. It worked.
delicious Crispy, Clean, Lightening, Lemon, a whiff of grapefruit oil, a pineapple looked at it, Wet Sand, refreshing, smart
Phish: 11/22/97 Mike's Song opener. Delightful. That moment when trey hits those notes is like somebody taking a can opener to your head or that feeling of chill you have after a haircut in winter.
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2011 Trader Joe's Grand Reserve Meritage North Coast
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I was standing @ trader joe's while huffing paint thinner through a rag when i spied this beauty on the shelf. I hallucinated a Pan archetype, phallic and strong. It called to me. When I encountered my lord I noticed that it was a mere 1.5 L bottle of north coast meritage. My antlers twinged in glee.
My score inclined me to throw a party that night to consume said bottle. Calls to friends were made. More paint thinner was purchased.
PnP. Like lightening I taste cherries zipping across my palate followed by acid and menthol on the late finish. Could this be? No. A mere hour later when the paint thinner was all gone and all the chexmix had been eaten and all my friends had left (were they even really here??!) the wine was ok. Some cherry, some mint, some oak, nice acid, ok finish. Actually one of the better balanced wines ive had from Joe's in a while. But in the end, no spark and sizzle.*
Phish Show: 11/3/96 Gainesville Set I. Phoned it in?
*paint thinner makes it good. rubber cement too. so does coq au vin. then it is good. i guess what i am trying to say is serve with food.
Bottle was ok. some cherry, oak, maybe a little menthol. nice acid, decent finish.
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White - Fortified
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NV Campbells Tokay Rutherglen
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Grew up in Florida. When I was 16, it was the hottest and most moist summer I can remember. The air was thick with humidity from sun-up, waiting to crack open into an early afternoon thunderstorm. While this made the moisture visible, there was no relief. As soon as the storm passed, the quick cooling gave way to a steam bath that made your skin sweat as soon as you exited any air conditioned area.
The stickiness of this wine recalls those days. The sweetness of being 16. The stickiness of that summer. Orange blossoms, raisins, honey, jasmine, syrup. Misspent dollars on cheap flea market colognes radiating unctuous sweetness in an effort to cover up the smoke on your clothing. Like the taste in your mouth after your first french kiss, there is a long finish. The viscosity of this wine makes you think that you could pour it on your mate like honey then lick it off. Unfortunately, its not real syrup and it pours like wine and most of it came off her immediately except for the part in her belly button, which was real tasty, but the rest was on the floor and made the first of several sticky messes.
Music: Breeders Last Splash-SOS. Sticky bass bombs, distortion, teenagerdom, sweetness, heroin
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2010 Turley Zinfandel Old Vines
California
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Opened. Exercized some serious self restraint and control while I allowed this to open up for an hour before even having a taste.
Slick, shiny wine bursting with juicy flavor and deliciousness. Bright blueberry and blackberry sweetness is coupled with some very nice acidity..There is definitely a lick-um-aid plus warhead candiness to this wine.
Here in the E Village we are blessed with one of winters' finest offerings. The covering of our finer female specimens' stems with spandex. These shiny yoga pant soldiers epitomize what this wine is all about. Youth, energy, sleekness, fun, sex (but not necessarily sensuality). The finish keeps on going like these nymphs are prone to do, but there is not the heat that you would expect from the alcohol (in the case of the wine) or the hours spent at Equinox gym (in terms of the pantaloon wearers). Additionally, you have no idea where these women are going. Will they age like Heidi Klum and be awesome and age well and be allmilfy and have her own show? Or, will she be more like Tara Reid/Lindsay Lohan and under 5 years undergo a transformation most foul as to sour your original tastes for them in a way that makes your desire seem unrecognizable.
DoubleDoc's recommendation: Drink now, enjoy. don't get married.
Phish Show Comparison: 2/28/03 Tweezer. Best Tweezer of the 2.0 Era. Fresh, new, polished. During this run I listened to this jam innumerable times. Now, not so much. Yet, for others, it's a benchmark of their Tweezer experience. Nice slick, nice funk, not sure about replay value, but enjoyable.
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2005 Copain Syrah McDowell Valley
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They thought that if they took away my power and my internets that I wouldn't drink wine. Lets just say that the three years taken off my life as a result of Hurricane Sandy prove that I am man with a mission so calm down and listen. This wine is the jam; dont give me no heat like sam the butcher bringin' alice the meat or like fred flinstone driving around with bald feet.
This was a good recovery wine. There is nothing more than I like in a wine (as you know from my notes) than syrah. This wine overdelivers.
Pours magnificent purple in the glass. Violets, bacon, barnyard (very deucey), smoke, pepper, an old tin of bandaids. Wet slate.
Fruits are wonderful. Nice acidity, clean black and blue fruit flavors, and a long finish.
This is where I would be witty (too lit).
Phish show. 12/6/97 Set II. Oh Lawrdy!
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2010 Seghesio Family Vineyards Zinfandel Home Ranch
Alexander Valley
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Wife outta town, I'm burning up lamb sausages on the grill. Want wine. Have wanted to try this for a while as I move through the Seghesio lineup in my cellar.
Decanted for 2 hours before drinking. Oh god this is good. You see this wine at school and you know that it has your number. You walk past its locker slowly and there she is, winking at you with her gorgeous eyes. She's so pretty that you are literally terrified to ask her out. This is not a problem as she asks you first. You spend all week planning your date. Dinner, movie, walk on the beach..You're excited.
When you go to pick her up, she tells you that she doesn't want to go anywhere and that you should just hang out at her house because her parents are away for the weekend. After what seems like an eternity of kissing, this Zin takes its time working on my pleasure zone, making solid eye contact the whole time in a girl next door way rather than "adult entertainer" way. Shy and smooth, with class to spare, but hedonism and lust and conviction none the less.
Deep black fruit. Some blueberry. Some baking spice, but I don't get a lot of pepper or heat. Cream. Leather. Ecstasy.
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2010 Copain Syrah Tous Ensemble
Mendocino County
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Decanted 1hr before going in for a taste.
Violet, blueberry, oak. Light mouthfeel. Very little spice, earth, terroir, or character. I can see why some people like this wine. It certainly has a more austere take to it than your normal new world syrahs I really want at least a little more pepper/spice if the wine is not going to have a fruity juicyness to it.-I did not taste the licorice or other gamey flavors others picked up on.
This wine is like your boring banker cousin who invites you to all of these sophisticated events. You get to them and you eat caviar and drink free scotch and meet beautiful women who dress nicely. This is all a wonderful experience for these people and they talk about interest rates and country clubs and ladies look at you because they know that you are not one of them and they like this and for one moment you are special.
Seems cool, right? But then you realize the sad monotony of these men (and women's) existences and this makes you sad and you talk to the pretty lady and you go onto the roof with her and you talk to her about art and books and she stares at you vacuously until you grow weary. You finish your cigar and go home. In the cab you realized that you didn't eat anything all night so you go to arbys and suck mustard out of packets and get sick.
The next morning you wonder. I should have had a good time, but didn't. The only good part was arbys.
Moral of the story: Different Strokes for Different Folks.
Music: String Cheese Incident 12/31/00 Technically proficient, extended improv, people love it. Not my bag at all though, baby.
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2009 Pierre-Henri Morel Côtes du Rhône Villages Signargues
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Wife-Tron ordered me to host a house party full of babies and their parents, so I convinced her to let me go get a case of wine as a consolation prize. I had told her to read page 72 of the new Cosmo magazine, but she told me that I could do whatever page 72 of Cosmo said to myself and to be lucky that I was at least going to get a good buzz out of the wine to numb the psychological pain that doing this would cause.
Popped this open about an hour before guests arrived to be served with pulled pork. This was a nice CDR. Lighter in mouthfeel, blue and black fruits, lamb fat, pepper, some stemminess there, but a welcome zip of green pepper is nice in this wine. Very light smoke. The hint of an old campfire from one campsite over. Not hot, good acidity, medium length finish.
I thought this was a pretty good value, but given what page 72 has in store for me, I should have gone for a high alcohol zin or maybe just grain alcohol.
Phish Show: This would be a summer 94 set one. Fun, basic, nothing too far out there, a great time. Your dad would be ok with this band if it weren't for all the weirdos around.
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2010 Turley Zinfandel Dusi Vineyard
Paso Robles
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This is why you always buy two bottles of something. Made a serious BBQ brisket and was looking forward to drinking this wine. Went to look for it and it was gone. Wife remembered she brought it to book club.
Ended up drinking lots of bourbon with dinner, moping.
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2009 Donkey and Goat Syrah The Recluse Broken Leg Vineyard
Anderson Valley
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Poured into decanter and started drinking immediately (just try and stop me, wifey!), but drank over the course of the evening.
Leather, horse manure, funk, brined olives, and topsoil on the nose.
Flavor is similar to taking a giant spoonful of raspberry and black cherry jam and spreading it over a steak au poive. Deep umami mouthfeel..almost soysauce or mushrooms... long finish..balance is spectacular..this is a 13 year old Chinese gymnast at the Olympics.
If guy fieri and the maitre d' from Daniel NYC were both bitten by the same radioactive spider and also gained suits of iron and fought evil and also served wine, this would be said wine. Explosive flavor (Guy's "flavortown") meets old world sophistication, depth, and class (Daniel NYC).
I hate Guy Fieri, but that hair and all of the bracelets and everything. I mean that guy must know fine wine and food, right? Who could go wrong serving "Donkey sauce" to friends? But then I go to a place I see on the show by coincidence and alas, I too want to go and buy and 67 SS Camaro and drive it places and spike my hair and talk funny and perpetually wear sunglasses backwards on my head WTF? and stick my fat porcine fingers into the stockpots of innumerable diner waitresses.
Likewise, who wants to be the stuck-up, know-it-all, old guard of a maitre d' at Daniel? But then you see the way that he gracefully moves from table to table..a joke here, a smile, noting the gentlemen when needed but never forgetting the ladies. Always, always paying attention to the ladies. And you see the way that these older upper east siders look at him with suspicion and wonder and awe and desire.
Moral of the story is that guy and mr maitre d are two of the worlds greatest poonhounds and this wine is too. Pour this wine on your next date. If you dont succeed...you're doing it wrong.
Music: 12/29/94 Phish -David Bowie. Epic. Spaciness. Cohesion. Calls for "Timmy to check out the fire at the old mill". LASSIE TALKS TO PEOPLE AND THEY UNDERSTAND HER.
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