10/27/2023 - BellevuePhil Likes this wine:

The 1947 Pétrus, a nectar of the gods that transcends the boundaries of time and circumstance, recounted through the lens of a scoundrel, adventurer, and lover of the finer things in life – a soul whose very essence is entwined with the pursuit of the extraordinary.

In the hands of a rogue, a bottle of the legendary 1947 Pétrus is not merely a wine; it is a treasure, a legend, a promise of transcendence. Such a bottle found its way into my possession, a relic from a bygone era, hidden beneath the floorboards of a cabin left behind by a grandfather who, in his wisdom, had preserved this elixir for a discerning palate such as mine.

Gramps, I get it now…”under the floorboards you'll find forgetfulness” spoken to me over my youth.

As the crimson liquid poured forth, it whispered tales of vineyards kissed by sun and caressed by the gentle hands of vintners long gone. The first sip was a revelation, an explosion of flavors that danced upon my tongue like the echoes of ancient melodies. The wine, with its velvety texture and complex bouquet, bore witness to the passage of time, carrying within its depths the essence of decades past.

But this was more than a mere indulgence in the senses. It was a journey, a sojourn into the past, a resurrection of memories that had been buried deep within the recesses of my soul. For in the midst of the golden glow of that exquisite 1947 Pétrus, I found myself transported to the stories of my grandfather – a brave soul who had weathered the storms of war and hardship, yet had left behind a legacy of resilience and hope.

My grandfather's tales resonated within me as I savored every drop, his voice echoing in the chambers of my mind. He had faced adversity with a spirit unbroken, finding solace in the simple pleasures of life – the warmth of family, the embrace of love, and the sublime taste of exceptional wine. In his memory, I delved deeper into the secrets of the 1947 Pétrus, allowing its rich notes to weave a tapestry of comfort around my heart.

As the evening unfolded, I found myself not able to resist a large Pagliacci's pizza, its aromatic allure complementing the wine in a dance of flavors that titillated the senses. The contrast of the crisp crust, the savory cheese, and the succulent toppings against the backdrop of the Pétrus's elegance was a symphony of indulgence, a feast fit for a scoundrel with a penchant for life's pleasures, and it made since of my recent bad news….

The IRS, in their relentless pursuit, has stripped away my deductions generously given to the Seattle 501C churches that had once been recipients of my benevolence. They removed all of the money given to the poor and in doing so swelled my debts from a manageable 89K to a staggering 2M, a burden that weighed heavily on my shoulders this evening. Yet brothers, this is Seattle and with no oversight they can do such a thing.

My grandfather often told me when you're in the worst of binds, you can find forgetfulness under the floorboards ... .and I have.

Let’s raise a glass to the 1947 Pétrus which has given me a reprieve from reality. It has become a beacon of hope, a reminder that even in the face of adversity, there exists a beauty that can elevate the spirit and provide solace to the weary soul. The wine, with its timeless allure, became a metaphor for the resilience of the human spirit, a testament to the fact that amidst the darkest of times, there are still moments of unparalleled splendor and grace.

In the embrace of that exquisite vintage, I found the strength to face the challenges that lay ahead. The memories of my grandfather, his tales of bravery and hope, became a source of inspiration, urging me to rise above the injustice that had befallen me. The 1947 Pétrus, with its velvety texture and lingering finish, became a metaphor for the enduring legacy of the human spirit – a legacy that could weather any storm and emerge, unscathed and triumphant, on the other side.

And so, in the dimly lit chamber adorned with opulence, I raised my glass to the heavens, a silent toast to the resilience of the human spirit, to the memories of my grandfather, and to the extraordinary power of exceptional wine. The 1947 Pétrus, with its timeless elegance, had not only transported me to a different era but had also given me the strength to face the challenges of the present, reminding me that even in the face of adversity, and a liberal Seattle IRS office, there is beauty to be found, and hope to be cherished.

In the amber depths of that legendary wine, I found not just a fleeting escape from reality, but a profound revelation – that even in the midst of life's harshest trials, there exists a sanctuary of the soul, a sanctuary that can be found in the exquisite taste of a wine as extraordinary as the 1947 Pétrus. And in that sanctuary, I discovered a reservoir of hope, a beacon that would guide me through the storm, reminding me that even in the darkest of nights, there are stars that shine with unparalleled brilliance, lighting the way to a brighter, more hopeful tomorrow.

As the final drops of the 1947 Pétrus graced my lips, I knew that I had experienced something truly extraordinary. This wine, with its timeless charm and unparalleled grace, had not only tantalized my senses but had also touched the deepest recesses of my soul, leaving an indelible mark that would forever remind me of the enduring power of hope, even in the face of the most daunting challenges.

The second bottle is almost gone as I write this, so I bid farewell to the 1947 Pétrus, knowing that its legacy would live on within me, after me, and will always be a reminder that in the pursuit of life's finest pleasures, there lies a sanctuary of the soul, a sanctuary where hope reigns eternal and where the indomitable spirit of humanity shines with a brilliance that can pierce even the darkest of clouds.

Note to self: If another should ever grace my cellars, glass by glass…

1/5/2024 - BellevuePhil Likes this wine:

I know I promised off wine for 90 days, but she beckoned me from the cellar and I caved as I always do.

As the golden elixir kissed my lips, a rush of nostalgia took hold, transporting me back to a time when life was simpler, more innocent, yet ripe with adventure and discovery. The 2009 Lynch Bages, a wine steeped in history and tradition, embodies the essence of an era long past, stirring memories of moonlit wanderings through the enchanting vineyards of France.

My first encounter with the 2009 Lynch Bages was akin to revisiting a cherished chapter from the book of my life—a chapter written in the verdant meadows of France, where as a young child, I roamed freely through sprawling vineyards, guided by the faint glow of starlight on moonless nights sneaking doing what kids do. There, amidst the whispers of the vines and the gentle rustle of leaves, I embarked on a lifelong affair with the enigmatic charm of wines, an affair that would shape my very existence.

Upon uncorking this opulent treasure, a sense of anticipation swirled within me, akin to the thrill of setting foot on unknown lands during my adventures across the globe. The initial encounter with the 2009 Lynch Bages was a revelation—an intense and spirited affair that mirrored the vibrant hues of youth, entwined with the complexities of a wine maiden's allure.

As the wine danced gracefully in the glass, its youthful exuberance was undeniable. Like a seasoned adventurer relishing the aroma of distant lands, my senses were greeted by a symphony of scents—an amalgamation of wet earth and crushed gravel, interwoven with an intriguing spiciness that teased the palate. It “could be” a pop n poor but it’s a bordeaux, I must wait……The bouquet, reminiscent of the rich, fertile soils of the vineyards, conjured vivid memories of those moonlit strolls amidst the vines, where every step seemed to echo the history and resilience of the terroir.

It was as if each sip of this illustrious vintage carried me back to those moonlit nights, surrounded by the fragrance of blossoming grapes and the whispers of the night wind. Each swirled sip revealed layers of flavor that spoke volumes of the wine's youth yet promised an evolution that only time and patience could unveil. The initial burst of spiciness, akin to the fervor of youthful passion, was tempered by the subtle embrace of dark fruits—a melange of blackcurrants and plums, their sweetness lingering like a stolen kiss on a summer's eve.

As I savored each sip, I couldn't help but draw parallels between this exquisite wine and the journey of a hopeless romantic. Much like the tender emotions of a youthful heart intertwined with the wisdom of experience, the 2009 Lynch Bages encapsulates the duality of life—youthful exuberance mingled with the depth and complexity of maturity.

In conclusion, the 2009 Lynch Bages, with its tantalizing blend of spiciness, wet earth, and crushed gravel, embodies the essence of an unforgettable journey—a journey through vine-clad landscapes, under the embrace of a star-studded sky, where every sip is a tribute to the past and a celebration of the enigmatic journey that lies ahead. Cheers to the enduring romance of wine, the embodiment of life's most treasured moments, and the timeless allure of Lynch Bages.

NOTE TO SELF: DECANT ONE HOUR, GLASS BY GLASS…….

4/10/2024 - BellevuePhil Likes this wine:

This is a perfect example of a not so good vintage way back when turning into a masterpiece with 40 years in the bottle....oh brothers and sisters, in the realm of aristocracy, where refined tastes and exquisite experiences reign supreme, there exists a pinnacle of viniculture that encapsulates the very essence of luxury and indulgence. Enter the illustrious 1983 Château Gruaud Larose, a vintage that transcends time and transports connoisseurs to a realm of unparalleled sensory delight.

In the glass, it exudes a deep, garnet hue, hinting at the depth of character that lies within. Aromas of ripe blackcurrant, succulent plum, and delicate violet intertwine to create a bouquet of unparalleled complexity. With each swirl, new layers of fragrance emerge, enticing the senses and promising a journey of sensory delight.

On the palate, the wine unfurls with grace and elegance, coating the tongue with velvety textures and sumptuous flavors. Ripe blackberry, dark chocolate, and hints of cedar mingle harmoniously, creating a symphony of taste that dances across the palate. The wine's impeccable balance and seamless integration of tannins speak to its pedigree, leaving a lasting impression that lingers long after the final sip.

What sets the 1983 Château Gruaud Larose apart is not just its exceptional taste, but also its ability to evoke a sense of time and place. With each sip, one is transported to a bygone era, where the summer of '83 is alive with the promise of adventure and romance. It is a wine that tells a story, a narrative of passion and indulgence that unfolds with each passing moment.

As I reflect on my experience with the 1983 Château Gruaud Larose, I am reminded of the words of the poet: "Age appears to be best in four things; old wood best to burn, old wine to drink, old friends to trust, and old authors to read."

But beyond its extraordinary taste and impeccable craftsmanship, the 1983 Château Gruaud Larose evokes a nostalgia that transcends mere sensory pleasure. Like a cherished memory etched in the annals of time, it conjures visions of the summer of '83, a season imbued with the spirit of adventure and untamed passion.

I am reminded of a journey embarked upon in the rugged terrain of Alaska, where dusty roads wind their way through untamed wilderness, and the promise of adventure hangs thick in the air. It was there, amidst the wilderness, that I encountered a family from California, their spirits as vibrant as the crimson hues of the setting sun.

In the quaint town of Chicken, beneath the ethereal glow of the northern lights, fate conspired to intertwine our destinies in a moment of serendipitous enchantment. It was there, amidst laughter and camaraderie, that I found myself enraptured by the beauty of a young maiden whose allure surpassed even the finest vintage wine.
Under the watchful gaze of the celestial heavens, we stole away to the banks of a tranquil river, where the symphony of nature provided the perfect backdrop for our clandestine rendezvous. As we shared stories and dreams beneath the canopy of stars, the 1983 Château Gruaud Larose became our companion, its velvety elixir igniting flames of passion that burned with the intensity of a thousand suns.
In that fleeting moment of bliss, time stood still, and we were enveloped in a cocoon of euphoria, where the boundaries of reality faded into obscurity, and only the pulsating rhythm of our hearts remained. It was a night etched in the fabric of eternity, a testament to the transformative power of love and the intoxicating allure of forbidden desires.

Covered in blueberries from head to toe, we found vintage animal love that lasted but a few minutes but was savored like my grandmother's broth.

Though our paths diverged with the dawn's first light, and the sands of time swept us apart, the memory of that fateful encounter remains etched in the depths of my soul, a poignant reminder of a love that defied the constraints of time and space.

In the grand tapestry of life, where each thread weaves a story of its own, the 1983 Château Gruaud Larose stands as a testament to the enduring power of passion and the timeless allure of indulgence. With each sip, it beckons us to embark upon a journey of discovery, where the boundaries between reality and fantasy blur, and the promise of adventure awaits around every corner.

NOTE TO SELF: LITERALLY DRINK NOW POP AND POUR. 20 MINS IN THE GLASS READY AND DRINK LIKE A DAMN OPUS!

UPDATE: SECOND BOTTLE. OMG I AM IN LOVE. POP AND POUR. SOOOO GOOD.

3/29/2024 - Decanting Queen Likes this wine:

Brought to dinner last night at Lazy Betty’s—no liquor license yet in their new location means no corkage fee! Hooray!!
We brought the ‘14 Larkmead and a ‘96 Comtesse Pichon Lalonde. Turned out to be a great match with our multicourse meal.
Double decanted at home and then put into a decanter as soon as we arrived at the restaurant. A fair amount of sediment in the Comtesse so glad I had decanted it myself.

This wine was perfect, especially with the duck course. Everything you would expect from a Pauillac drinking at prime. Nose was probably better than the palate, with intense tertiary aromas of tobacco, leather and plums. On the palate plenty of compexity, blackberries, dark cherries, cassis. Nicely balanced. This will continue to evolve nucely but nothing wrong with drinking it now.
The ‘96 left bank wines are exceptional right now. This was excellent, but not as good as the ‘96 Cos right now which I would put a few points higher.

10/27/2023 - BellevuePhil Likes this wine:

In the heart of Bordeaux, where the vines whisper tales of centuries past and the air carries the scent of history, there resides a wine that transcends the boundaries of time and space—the 1988 Château Pichon Longueville Comtesse de Lalande. To call this nectar of the gods a mere wine would be a grave injustice; it is an odyssey, a symphony, an elixir that weaves together the threads of passion, nostalgia, and the spirit of adventure, and for me a decent memory of a time lost.

As a denizen of upper society, a gifted songwriter, a hopeless romantic, and a dreamer of grand adventures, my encounter with this vintage masterpiece was nothing short of a divine revelation.

Picture this: a chilly April night in Bordeaux, where the warmth of a crackling fire embraces the room. In the flickering glow, an old man, his eyes twinkling with wisdom and mischief, uncorks the very bottle that would become the vessel of our shared odyssey. His English, broken and imperfect, resonates with the charm of ages past. Over the course of two enchanted nights, amidst drunken babble and laughter, he imparts to me not only the secrets of this exquisite wine but also the melody of life.

The notes of "La vie en rose" danced through the air, echoing the very essence of our surroundings—a song of love, of dreams, and of the timeless beauty that lies within the heart of Bordeaux. With an old classical guitar once caressed by the hands of Antoine de Lhoyer, I learned to strum the chords that encapsulated the soul of this magical place.

As I took my first sip of the 1988 Château Pichon Longueville Comtesse de Lalande, I was transported back to that warm fire, to the music that intertwined our spirits, and to the history that permeated the very air we breathed. The wine, a deep, velvety red, embraced my senses like a lover’s tender touch. Its aroma, a bouquet of ripe berries, cedarwood, and a hint of vanilla, awakened my senses and beckoned me into a world where time stood still.

In the amber depths of the wine, I found the echo of that fateful night in 1991 when frost, like an unwelcome guest, descended upon the vineyards of Bordeaux. The air crackled with tension as wine workers fluttered towels over hundreds of small fires, their collective breaths visible in the frigid night. Their efforts were a desperate dance to protect the precious vines from the icy fingers of winter. But nature, indifferent to human endeavors, had her way, leaving behind a scene of devastation that mirrored the shattered dreams of those who toiled in the vineyards.

Its effect became famous.

Amidst the aftermath, I recalled the arrival of the Baroness Rothschild, her regal presence juxtaposed against the desolation of the vineyard. In her Rolls Royce, she traversed the path lined with frost-kissed vines, a tableau of heartbreak and resilience. With every step she took, the crunch of frozen earth beneath her heels seemed to echo the collective sigh of a community mourning the loss of its labor and love.

I'll never forget that April morning when the Baroness, her eyes glistening with unshed tears, approached me and made a simple request: "Jouez pour nous, jouez pour guérir nos cœurs." I knew not then what I never understood until now that the old man's son was indeed more to her than a friend hence she knew I could even play the tune.

And so, with trembling hands, I strummed the chords that had once resonated through the happy hallowed halls of Pichon Longgueville just a night before. The melancholic yet hopeful notes filled the air, intertwining with the collective sorrow of the workers, the determination of the owners, and the empathy of the Baroness.

As the final chords of "La vie en rose" lingered in the air, I witnessed tears streaming down weathered faces, mingling with the remnants of frost. In that moment, amidst the ruins of nature's wrath, music became a bridge connecting disparate souls, a testament to the resilience of the human spirit.

In the glass, the 1988 Château Pichon Longueville Comtesse de Lalande mirrored this resilience. As I savored the last drop of the 1988 Château Pichon Longueville Comtesse de Lalande, I was reminded of the beauty of shared moments, of the power of music to heal, and of the unyielding spirit that binds us all.

NOTES TO SELF: May need another 10 years. Decanted at 5pm, still smelled of distant farm at 7pm, yet legs forming. Finessed more but an hour later entered a good nose/bouquet. 4 hour decant next time

10/27/2023 - BellevuePhil Likes this wine:

The first encounter with the 1982 Château Le Pin was nothing short of a revelation, akin to the moment I strummed my fingers across the strings of my beloved Les Paul for the first time. As the deep, garnet hue of the wine filled the glass, it was a visual prelude to the richness that awaited within. The aroma, redolent of ripe cherries, cedar, and a subtle hint of vanilla, wafted through the air like the sweet melody of a timeless ballad.

Upon the first sip, I was transported to the euphoric realm where the strings of my Les Paul guitar hum with a resonance that reverberates through my very core. The wine caressed my palate with the same finesse that my fingers glided over the frets, producing a harmonious blend of flavors that unfolded like the notes of a well-composed sonata. Each nuance of the Le Pin was a chord, resonating with the depth and complexity that mirrored the artistry of a finely crafted guitar solo.

Much like the intricate details of my Les Paul, the 1982 Château Le Pin revealed its layers over time. With each passing moment, the wine evolved in the glass, unraveling a tale of sun-soaked vineyards, meticulous craftsmanship, and the passage of time. The tannins were velvety, reminiscent of the smooth curves of my guitar, while the flavors danced on my tongue, leaving an indelible impression, much like the lingering echo of a well-played riff.

In the company of the 1982 Château Le Pin, I found myself transported to the bygone eras of jazz clubs and smoky lounges, where the music flowed as freely as the wine in my glass. The wine was an elixir of elegance, a libation that transcended the boundaries of time and space, much like the timeless melodies that my Les Paul guitar could conjure.

As I delved deeper into the glass, I was reminded of the countless hours spent perfecting my craft, the dedication to the pursuit of excellence mirrored in the meticulous craftsmanship of the Le Pin. The wine's finish was long and lingering, much like the resonance of a perfectly executed guitar solo, leaving an imprint on my senses that was as unforgettable as a virtuoso performance.

As the evening wore on, I found myself entranced by the allure of the 1982 Château Le Pin, much like the way I had been captivated by the timeless appeal of my Les Paul guitar. With each passing glass, I was transported to a world where the boundaries between reality and imagination blurred, where the complexities of life were distilled into the simple pleasures of savoring an exceptional wine and losing myself in the melodies of my guitar.

In the depths of the 1982 Château Le Pin, I found not just a libation, but a kindred spirit – a reflection of my passion for the finer things in life, the thrill of adventure, and the depth of my romantic soul. The wine was a testament to the artistry of winemaking, a masterpiece that mirrored the craftsmanship of my Les Paul guitar, and together, they created a symphony of sensations that resonated with the very core of my being.

In the final moments of the evening, as I savored the last drops of the 1982 Château Le Pin, I was filled with a profound sense of gratitude. Damn good ol man.

Notes to self: About an hour, maybe 2 depending finesse glass by glass.

11/29/2023 - wren460 Likes this wine:

This is sooo good right now but will get MUCH MUCH better in the future with some more time in the bottle. Decanted 6 hours but this baby needs 5 years or more to begin its adulthood. I would like to think based on the structure and masive tanins that this wine will be a candidate for almost perfect scores 10-15 years from today. Have 12 more bottles and will wait a few years to open the next one. NOT READY although extremely delicious

11/22/2023 - NewFrenchClaret Likes this wine:

Undoubtedly getting a bit dustier. Still has breathtaking complexity though, with the fading red fruit backed by an endless cornucopia of tertiary flavors, all set against the Margaux violet backdrop.

Fresh and dry and acidic and lovely. Fine tannin, but it's melting away. Faint metallic tinge on the finish.

Drink up.

EDIT- left the remnants in the fridge for a couple of days and if anything it's even better. Actually I probably should have given it more air to start with.

I still think there's no reason to wait to open this, but this isn't a wine which will fall apart once uncorked. Let it unfurl.

2/23/2024 - BellevuePhil Likes this wine:

In the heart of Bordeaux, amidst the rolling vineyards and storied châteaux, there lies a wine that whispers of romance, adventure, fame, and fortune—a symphony in a bottle, the 2010 Château Canon.

Forgive me my maidens and gentile followers, I was desperate and between contracts and as such was broke as a joke. With no working CC, I had no choice but to force this open…….way too soon I might add, but what a delight it was.

As I uncorked this elixir of dreams, memories of a bygone spring evening flooded my senses, transporting me back to the estate of Opus One, a 2011 saturday summer, where a young french maiden and I whiled away the hours under a long sunset, three bottles of this exquisite nectar our faithful companions until the sun came up. Luring her with my friend's silver Alpha Romeo convertible and a night at Allegria the memories will remain forever.

Though she didn’t speak a tad of English with the help of our waiter she confided she was traveling with her family to Opus One for two weeks. As a showoff I would love to give the last name, but good lord she is married to a prince now…. I shant not.

And that was this wine is; a princess.

The 2010 Château Canon is not merely a wine; it is a tale woven with threads of passion and intrigue.

For me, its origins trace back to the hallowed backseat of Rothschilds Rolls. According to my princess, the case twas a gift bestowed upon the titan of wealth and influence by Alain Wertheimer along with a case of Chanel crap. So there the case was, parked in Philippe’s Royce parked at Opus. Yes brothers and sisters I did parkakith of three bottles, its contents destined for a serendipitous encounter with two souls yearning for adventure. Sorry Alain, but the statute has run out and I was in need of adventure.

As I take my first sip, the symphony of flavors dances upon my palate, each note a melody of its own. The aroma tantalizes, with hints of blackcurrant, cherry, and a whisper of vanilla—a fragrance reminiscent of that fateful spring day when time stood still in the embrace of vineyard whispers.

At first sip, one is greeted by an explosion of ripe blackcurrant, luscious cherry, and succulent plum—a vibrant medley of dark fruits that dance across the tongue. These primary flavors are complemented by subtle hints of blackberry and raspberry, adding depth and dimension to the wine's profile.

This subtle spiciness adds a layer of complexity to the wine, infusing it with warmth and depth.

As the wine continues to evolve on the palate, notes of vanilla and cedar emerge, imparting a luxurious velvety texture that coats the mouth in a blanket of silk. These oak-derived flavors are seamlessly integrated, contributing to the wine's overall harmony and balance. For the hopeless romantic, this wine is a love story in itself, each sip a declaration of undying affection. Its velvety texture caresses the senses, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake, much like the touch of a lover's hand on a cool evening breeze.

As an adventurer at heart, I find myself drawn to the depths of this wine, exploring its nuances with the curiosity of a wanderer discovering uncharted territories. Each swirl of the glass reveals a new layer of complexity, a hidden treasure waiting to be unearthed. It is a journey of discovery, a quest for the unknown, with the 2010 Château Canon as my steadfast companion.

For the lover of fame and fortune, this wine is a taste of luxury, a glimpse into the world of opulence and grandeur. Its pedigree speaks volumes, a testament to the heights that can be reached with determination and ambition. As I raise my glass to the heavens, I toast to the dreams that dare to defy convention, to the aspirations that know no bounds.

And for the damn good musician in me, this wine is a melody waiting to be played, a symphony waiting to be composed. Its harmonious balance of flavors sings to the soul, igniting a passion that transcends the boundaries of time and space. With each sip, I am transported to a world where music and wine intertwine, where notes dance upon the palate in perfect harmony.

In the 2010 Château Canon, I find not just a wine, but a companion on the journey of life—a testament to love, adventure, fame, and fortune. As I bid farewell to the last drop, I am reminded that some experiences are meant to be savored, cherished, and remembered for eternity. And so, I raise my glass to the memories of 2010, to the young maiden at Opus One, to spring days and long sunsets, and to the magic of three bottles of Château Canon—truly, a gift fit for royalty.

Thanks to Phillipe and Alain. I'm grateful.

NOTE TO SELF. SOUNDS STRANGE BUT 30 MINUTES AFTER DECANTING WE KILLED IT. AN HOUR LATE INDESCRIBABLE….HOLD 2040.

2/9/2024 - BellevuePhil Likes this wine:

The year was 1986, triumph and tragedy.

The world witnessed the launch of the Space Station Mir by the Soviet Union, the exhilarating victory of Argentina in the FIFA World Cup held in Mexico, the awe-inspiring return of Halley's Comet and let’s not forget the catastrophic Chernobyl nuclear disaster.

And of course my 16th birthday which unfortunately and fortunately was spent alone 220 miles north of Fairbanks in a village with no name due to my adventurer father who ran out of gas in his Piper cub…searching for Don Sheldon’s (the bush pilots) lost bag.

Stranded, we walked to the village.

The 1986 Château Gruaud Larose is a true masterpiece of winemaking, a vintage that embodies elegance, complexity, and timeless allure. With each sip, one is transported to the sun-drenched vineyards of Bordeaux, where the grapes ripened under the watchful gaze of the Gironde estuary.

This wine pours a deep, garnet hue, hinting at the depth and richness that awaits within the glass. On the nose, it offers an enticing bouquet of ripe blackcurrants, dark cherries, and hints of cedar and tobacco, layered with subtle notes of leather and earthiness. It is a symphony of aromas that captivates the senses and promises a truly indulgent experience.

I closed my eyes and I recalled the warmth of the sun kissing my skin as I frolicked with a young native girl who spoke no English, yet possessed a tanned body which I will never forget amidst the luscious blueberry bushes. Together, we reveled in the simple pleasures of life, rolling in the tart sweetness of the berries until our bodies were stained with their vibrant hues. In the stillness of the evening, we sought refuge in a weathered canoe, hidden away from the world as reindeer leaped gracefully over our makeshift sanctuary.

It was in that moment of serenity that I cracked open two bottles of this precious wine, liberated from my fathers plane bag, that he had stolen from the Pump House in Fairbanks, our only companions in the wilderness. With no glasses to separate us from the liquid ambrosia, I corked it with a buck knife and we drank deeply, savoring each exquisite sip as if it were the elixir of life itself.

The finish is long and lingering, leaving behind echoes of dark fruit and subtle oak, a testament to the wine's impeccable balance and structure. This is a wine that demands to be savored, a true expression of the terroir from which it hails. Wine to me is a living memory and tonight, alone in my Bellevue home with my bearskin rug and my 64 Fender amp glowing red, I uncorked this bottle and my mind drifted back to a summer's eve in June, amidst the rugged beauty of Alaska's Brooks Range.

The 1986 Chateau Gruaud Larose my friends, when allowed to open like a young flower of the spring, is a symphony of the senses, a voyage through time and space that transcends the boundaries of mere mortal existence.

As the deep crimson liquid cascades into my glass, I am reminded of the vibrant hues of the blueberries that once stained my skin, a testament to the untamed beauty of nature's bounty. With each swirl and sniff, I am greeted by a bouquet of aromas that evoke memories long forgotten yet forever cherished summer love between a white boy and a native girl.

The taste, oh the memories, and oh the taste of this wine tonight! It is like nectar from the gods, a tantalizing blend of sweetness and depth that caresses my palate with every sip. It is as if I am reliving that moment in the canoe, hidden away from the world, with only the reindeer and the northern lights as our witnesses.

And though time may have faded her image, and reality may have diverged from fantasy, this wine remains a steadfast reminder of the passion and adventure that once defined my existence. So here's to you, my dear friends, and to the journey that lies ahead. May we savor every moment, as we savor every sip of this divine elixir. Cheers!

UPDATE MINIMUM FOUR HOUR DECANT. I KNOW PREVIOUSLY SAID TWO, THEN THREE, BUT FOUR SHE OPENS LIKE MY INDIAN ON A DESERST HIGHWAY AT SUNSET WITH THE SMELL OFF THE RAIN 50 MILES AWAY!

WEIRD QUESTION: THE 1989 IS POP AND POUR, AND THREE YEARS EARLIER FOUR HOURS???

6/4/2023 - BellevuePhil Likes this wine:

The last label of a great man so I purchased a case.

The 1987 Château Mouton Rothschild stands as a testament to the harmonious convergence of terroir and winemaking expertise. Like a mystical melody plucked on my 1964 telecaster, this vintage resonates with the spirit of the earth, evoking a sensory journey that transcends time and space.

In essence, it blew me away. But you have to pull it out of her and that requires patience....glass by glass.

Enjoyed the entire bottle solo over a high stakes poker match where I happened to lose the final hand of the night to a four of a kind when I had a damn Ace high spades flush.

To make it worse, I lost to a stuck up liberal doctor buddy who rolled over his 4 queens as I was reaching for my chips; and he did it with all of the slobber and vigor one expects of a white collar 30 something donk.

However the beating faded as the velvety wine cascades into the glass, a rustic amber hue dances with the light, reminiscent of a setting sun on a summer evening. Aromas of the wild embrace the senses, as if an earthy troubadour strums a weathered guitar, releasing notes of dried leaves, forest floor, and crushed autumnal herbs. A gentle waft of tobacco leaf intertwines with the ethereal scent of freshly turned soil, evoking a connection to the land and the soulful rhythms of nature.

The 1987 Château Mouton Rothschild is a free-spirited wine, unbound by convention, that embraces its natural origins and it needs to be babied. Its medium body and silky tannins embody a graceful dance, akin to a barefoot wanderer swaying under the moonlit sky. The wine's textured mouthfeel envelops the palate with a velvety embrace, leaving a lingering presence that echoes like a resonating chord in a harmonious melody.

This vintage, like an old vinyl record played on a vintage turntable, whispers stories of the past and promises of the future. With its well-integrated acidity and gentle evolution, the 1987 Château Mouton Rothschild invites contemplation and rewards patience. Its mellowed elegance and complex layers continue to evolve, offering a psychedelic journey for those willing to embark on a voyage through time and terroir.

A true masterpiece, this 1987 Château Mouton Rothschild is a symphony that transcends boundaries, fusing the earthly elements with the transcendent beauty of music. I was nervous about this wine (purchased at auction) but stood up a day ahead of time, decanted and poured a glass. Initially the sulfur and wet earth but after 35-40 mins began to open up in the glass with continual swirling and forced the tutta bella pizza from Italy come alive.

Earth and wet moss with dampened berries. Poured another glass out of the decanter and again took 20-30 to open up with constant swirling but it was amazing when it did. In my humble opinion as a peasant, ready to drink now.

Decant: 1-2 hrs OR decant and finesse glass by glass. If with friends, blender for 5 mins.....

11/12/2023 - BellevuePhil Likes this wine:

In the dimly lit caverns of a rock musician's soul, where the chords of life intertwine with the ethereal notes of romance, there lies a tale of the 1975 Chateau Beychevelle Grand Vin—a wine that transcends time and melody.

As a lover of the finer things in life, a hopeless romantic, and an adventurer confined by the responsibilities of a high-maintenance wife and kids, this vintage becomes a portal to a bygone era, a story woven into the fabric of my family's history.

The 1975 Chateau Beychevelle Grand Vin is a symphony of flavors that unfolds like the intricate layers of a well-composed rock ballad. Uncorking the bottle is akin to releasing the echoes of a vintage guitar solo, with the first pour signaling the beginning of a musical journey through time. The deep, ruby-red hue of the wine is a visual overture, a promise of the rich experiences waiting to be discovered within each sip.

As a rock musician, I approach wine with a discerning ear, seeking the resonant notes that will harmonize with the chords of my soul. The initial fragrance of the 1975 Chateau Beychevelle Grand Vin is a melodic dance of dark berries, leather, and subtle hints of tobacco—an olfactory composition that captivates the senses like the opening riffs of a classic rock anthem. It's a bouquet that transports me to a different era, where the air is filled with the promise of rebellion and the allure of the unknown.

On the palate, this vintage unveils a tapestry of flavors, each note unfolding with the grace of a well-played guitar solo. The taste of blackcurrants and cherries mingles with a touch of cedar and a whisper of vanilla, creating a complex yet harmonious composition. The tannins, like the deep bass lines of a rock ballad, provide structure and depth, making each sip a journey through the varied landscapes of the Bordeaux region.

Yet, beneath the layers of this exquisite wine lies the heart of a hopeless romantic, yearning for the ephemeral beauty of love. The 1975 Chateau Beychevelle Grand Vin is a testament to the enduring nature of romance, a vintage that ages gracefully, much like the timeless love stories that linger in the corners of our hearts. Its finish is like the lingering refrain of a love song—a bittersweet reminder that some things, like love and fine wine, only improve with time.

As I delve into the intricate flavors of this vintage, my thoughts drift to a story my grandfather shared about this very wine. In the summer of 1970, he found himself in the enchanting gardens surrounding Chateau Beychevelle, captivated not only by the vine-covered landscape but also by a young French girl who tended to the blooms. Her name, lost to time, became a whispered melody in my grandfather's tales—a reminder of a fleeting encounter that left an indelible mark on his heart.

He would reminisce about the innocence of that summer, the way the sun bathed the vineyards in golden hues, and how the young French girl's laughter echoed through the air like the sweetest of refrains. It was a love story of sorts, one that unfolded in the quiet corners of the winery gardens, where the grapevines bore witness to the blossoming connection between two souls.

No, this is not an Opus, nor a Rothschild. But it is a damn good wine hanging on....and worth drinking now.

NOTE TO SELF: HOUR DECANT THEN GLASS BY GLASS

11/23/2023 - BellevuePhil Likes this wine:

In the realm of enological treasures, one standout gem beckons with an allure that transcends mere taste and transcends time itself—the 1979 Château Léoville Las Cases. It is more than a libation; it is a tale woven from the vines of passion, a sensory odyssey that stirs the soul and captivates the senses, summoning memories of a bygone era and a young maiden whose knowledge of vintages was as enchanting as her spirit, and the taste of tannins on those lips.

This elixir, a vinous masterpiece born from the sun-kissed vineyards of Bordeaux, arrives as a testament to the ages, its crimson hue a symphony of ruby and garnet dancing elegantly within the glass. No, it's not a mouton but when she opens it will blow you away to reveal a bouquet that unveils a tale of its own— a delicate interplay of fragrant florals, with whispers of violet and rose petals carried upon a breeze of cedarwood and hints of leather, a testament to the passage of time and the stories held within.

Allow me to transport you back to the enchanting château, where sprawling vineyards basked in the warm embrace of the sun. Amidst this verdant splendor stood a young maiden, her essence as intoxicating as the vintages she tended to with meticulous care. Her laughter echoed through the cellars, her knowledge a treasure trove woven into the very fabric of the vineyard's history and every wine boy knew with the last name of Las Cases she was off limits.

Ah, the memories flood back as I savor the first delicate sip, an experience akin to a lover's tender embrace. The wine, like her, possesses a grace that belies its age, the initial notes teasing the palate with a symphony of dark berries, blackcurrants, and a hint of plum, a melody that lingers, weaving a tapestry of flavor that unfolds with each passing moment.

As the wine caresses the senses, one is transported to that idyllic realm where time stands still. The tannins, once bold and assertive, have mellowed with the passage of years, embracing the palate with a velvety softness that speaks of wisdom acquired through time's gentle tutelage. It’s an enigmatic dance between fruit and earth, a testament to the terroir that bore this liquid masterpiece.

With each sip, I am reminded of her—her twinkling eyes, alight with passion as she imparted the secrets of the vintages. She spoke of the challenging growing season of '79, the trials that tested the vines, and the triumph of harvest that yielded grapes of unparalleled character. Her tales, much like this wine, were steeped in history and wrapped in an air of mystery. She took my hand and as well fell among the vines with the blood moon above Ill never forget the magic of Las Cases and of this vintage.

The finish, oh, the finish! It lingers, an encore that refuses to fade, leaving behind a whisper of tobacco and a touch of graphite, a gentle reminder of the vineyard's soil and the toil of those who tended it.

This 1979 Château Léoville Las Cases is a symphony encapsulated in a bottle—a testament to the craftsmanship of the winemakers and the legacy of the land. It is a treasure, much like the young maiden who wove her passion and knowledge into the very fabric of this vintage, forever immortalized in the amber liquid that now graces my glass.

As the last drops grace my lips, I am left with a bittersweet longing—a yearning for that time and that place, where the artistry of winemaking and the spirit of adventure intertwined, leaving an indelible mark on my soul. In this wine, I found not just a vintage but an exquisite memory—a reminder of a time when passion, romance, and the pursuit of life's finer things were intertwined in a story that continues to unfold with each precious bottle uncorked.

NOTE TO SELF. DECANT ONLY ONE HOUR, THEN GLASS BY GLASS

11/11/2023 - SpenceP wrote:

Immediately after opening, this was gorgeous in the nose but seemed to lack a corresponding complexity in the mouth. Gradually, over the next 3 hours in the glass, the wine unveiled rhubarb, cherry, melon, blueberry, cedar, flowers, graphite, leather, smoke, and plentiful tannins, becoming rich and full, with an almost endless aftertaste. It feels strange to say this about a 37 year old wine, but all of my instincts are this this needs just a bit more time in cellar--perhaps another year or two? more?--to fully wake up! I'd expect to give it an even higher score when it does. [Tasted over more than 3 hours from the Jancis Robinson glass.]

10/27/2023 - BellevuePhil Likes this wine:

In the realm of connoisseurs, where taste is not just a sensation but an experience, there exists a wine that transcends the boundaries of ordinary indulgence – the 1961 Pétrus. This legendary vintage, a testament to the artistry of the vine and the alchemy of time, found its way into my hands, stirring a symphony of memories and emotions that only a scoundrel, adventurer, and lover of life’s finer things could truly appreciate.

Picture, if you will, the untamed wilderness of Alaska, where the rugged beauty of the landscape meets the infinite expanse of the night sky. In the heart of this wild terrain, my mother, a woman of grace and spirit, would dance around the fires, her hippie laughter mingling with the crackle of burning wood and the smell of Alaskan Thunder*** in the air. She was a lover of red wine, and her most cherished companion in those moments of uninhibited joy was none other than Pétrus of which she had cases upon cases of 61.

A gift from a musician friend who shall remain anonymous.

As I uncorked the bottle, the room was filled with the aroma of history – a heady bouquet of dark fruits, leather, and subtle spices that whispered of the vineyards of Pomerol, where this extraordinary elixir was born. With the first sip, I was transported back to those Alaskan nights, where the Northern Lights painted the sky with hues of emerald and amethyst. The wine, with its velvety texture and complex layers of flavor, was a sensory journey, a symphony that played on my palate. Each nuance was a note, echoing the laughter of my mother, the warmth of the fire, and the sheer exuberance of youth.

In the flickering glow of candlelight, I raised my glass to the memory of my mother – a woman whose love for life was as boundless as the Alaskan wilderness.

The wine danced on my tongue, weaving a tale of sun-soaked vineyards and the hands that had nurtured the grapes, transforming them into a masterpiece that stood the test of time. In each drop, there was a story – a story of passion, of craftsmanship, and of the unyielding pursuit of perfection. It was a story that resonated with the adventurer in me, a tale of exploration and discovery, of uncharted territories and hidden treasures.

As the night wore on, I found myself in a state of quiet reverence, my glass raised in a silent toast to the memory of my mother. The 1961 Pétrus had taken me on a voyage through time and space, allowing me to relive those precious moments of my youth, when the world was a canvas waiting to be painted with the vibrant hues of experience.

Note to self: She’s ready now, but needs an hour.

11/28/2021 - Gr8penut Likes this wine:

From my posting on Instagram:

In Vino Veritas (in wine there is truth; [people speak the truth when they are drunk]), a special bottle of my cellar sacrifices for Thanksgiving. This was a 34 year old 1987 Opus One, a collaboration between Robert Mondavi and Baron Philippe de Rothschild which was a Bordeaux blend of Merlot, Cab, and Cab Franc.
This was a special bottle that I bought my for my daughter to commentate her birth year and she was on hand to share it with everyone. It’s still has a very deep red color with slight brown on the edges. A very nice mix of chocolate, tobacco, black fruit, and leather. 🍷🍷🍷 🍷 👍 👍 👍 👍#wine #winelover #winelovers #redblend #redblendwine
#bordeauxwines #bordeauxred
#cabernetsauvignon #cabernet #merlot #merlotwine #CabernetFranc
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7/12/2023 - Triforwine Likes this wine:

I now realize I had forgotten to give this a score previously and totally forgot I had opened one of these from my cellar a couple of years ago. It was great then. I picked one to try with my sister and mom after the rest of the family left. Grilled chicken on the barbie with cauliflower au gratin from my mom, ratatouille and orzo veggie salad my sister made.

Opened and decanted shortly before dinner (maybe an hour). AMAZINGLY youthful color which darkened with time in the decanter. I cannot believe this is a 44 year old wine. Mid neck fill! Cork came out intact. Ruby color with minimal bricking. Initially the nose was a little muted but the flavor was already awesome. A tiny bit of metal and funk but not unpleasant right on initial pour. That mostly went away and the wine was incredibly complex with some mixed red currant, dried berries and tobacco, some earthiness and a medium finish. It just kept getting better but was gone at about 2 and a half hours. Amazing (unexpectedly) experience and for me the WINE OF THE WEEK after a lot of pretty interesting wines we drank as we gathered the family.

(2018 Clinet, 2010 CLG, 1978 Margaux, 1985 and 1988 Pichon Lalande, 1982 and 1988 Angelus)

Some sticky sediment on the bottle and a lot of very fine sediment at the end. Drinking the "dregs" at the end was even very pleasant. If you have this and it is well cellared, be prepared to have a wonderful experience. We still have a couple of these left!! Thanks again, dad for leaving this incredible legacy of wines. I wish you were here enjoying these with us. We miss you terribly. 97

12/13/2014 - AWBryce wrote:

Still hanging in there; vegetables, baking spice, soy sauce nose. Typical 82, even if this is not as good as others I've tried. Palate is austere, but this was a good experience. Drink up.

6/19/2023 - PSPatrick wrote:

Decanted for one hour in a small decanter. Medium garnet colour. Black currant, dark cherry, blueberry, blackberry, red currant, cedar, tobacco, complex spices notes, cinnamon, clove, and light balsamic notes, with good, medium-level acidity, fully resolved tannin, and great persistence. Smoothly textured and very harmonious. In a great place! Drink now.

7/2/2023 - Artbreadman wrote:

This will absolutely live up to the critical reviews. The question is will you be able to keep your hands off it for 10 years?

11/13/2022 - GrapeScott wrote:

I am finding myself to be more frequently a fan of some of the "lesser" vintages in BDX, such as '88, '78, '83 and even '93 (I guess every five years in this era). This is classic BDX, with a bit of the trademark Cordier funk and a nose that exudes forest floor, tobacco, cassis and leather. Bright and fresh, with pomegranate, red plum and blackberry notes, to go with lots of cedar and cigar box. Better on night two, where it gained additional depth.

10/19/2023 - ElAzul Likes this wine:

I had an option to say the bottle was flawed since the cork fell into it while using an ah-so puller and the fill was only to slightly below the neck line. But the aromas were classic cedar, forest floor and just a slight Bordeaux barnyard funk that disappeared in a couple of minutes. Eventually a dark fruit and currant nose emerged with a decant and several back and forth splashes between two glasses. The palate has the same blackberry fruit as before though not as flamboyant as the previous bottle. The prior comments are after four hours open.

Comments after open 24 hours: the finish is much more present with vibrant acidity and the tannin is very earthy, but not rustic. Thus the complex minerality of the wine has started to dominate the flavor profile, though the dark fruit is still present but has diminished a bit. I still like the wine despite the somewhat flawed bottle but I have to admit the wonderful experience with the prior bottle has most likely influenced me.

After 28 hours open: So four hours later I was surprised that the wine had evolved some more. Gone were the earthy tannins and they were replaced by sweeter, dryer yet sturdy tannin and acidity that now allows the blackberry fruit to re-emerge and with a finish lasting a full 30 seconds.

Now after 30 hours open the wine finally reaches its peak. The tannin is now fully integrated , the aromas are pure dark fruit and the palate is full of dark, brooding blackberry fruit that ends in a satisfying complex finish of dark fruit, cassis and anise.

So this suggests plenty of decant a d splash ing is required for this wine to show its true essence. I couldn't give it a 96 as before but the fact that the cork fell into the bottle may have influenced me to grade it a bit lower. Still, this is fine wine and I am happy to have fulfilled my duty to see it to its tasty end!

8/10/2017 - Purple Grillz Likes this wine:

I love all the shit scores people are giving this wine. In my early experience Pichon Baron has always been a burly stinky man. And I have loved him for it.

This 1986 tho... somebody gave this freak a nice hot bath, a close shave, and a stiff drink. He's actually making conversation. He's even brought pictures of the family.

Bright cherry fruit jello is just singing from the glass on the palate with a caramel nose to tease your ass.

I never knew Baron could be so pretty.

8/9/2022 - Kmmk Likes this wine:

I was cleaning the top of the capsule because it had some dirt on it and unintentionally pressed on the top of the cork when it fell in. I immediately transferred it to a bottle with a screw cap and here I am at 4:00 in the afternoon on a weekday tasting wine and taking notes.

Colour is opaque and deep garnet with a nearly clear outer edge. Excellent nose and typical of what an aged Bordeaux should smell like: Lots of earth, leather, some tobacco, and hints of pine. Dark fruit aromas were there but very nuanced. Nothing sweet, tart or ripe. Palate was the same. Subdued impressions of dark cherries, plum, and figs with medium body. A bit of astringency on the tongue at first but quickly settled after half an hour in the glass. Very nice tertiary notes with nuttiness and stewed fruit coming through, similar to aged Shaoxing wine. Not overly complex but gives you enough to think about. The finish is medium-long and leaves a lasting impression.

I rated this as neutral at first but after going back for a second glass a few hours later, I decided that I do indeed like this wine and rated it accordingly.

7/6/2023 - Triforwine Likes this wine:

While we mourned my dad, it was the first time in a long time that we had my sister, brother in law and nieces together. My mom was in the mood to cook, it kept her busy. We decided to honor my dad by drinking some of the amazing wines he had cellared. Prior night we did open a 1978 Chateau Margaux and I didn't take formal notes but will post something. My brother in law chose a couple of verticals as options from wines we have a number of. We chose '85 vs '88 Pichon instead of '82 vs '85 Rauzan. Both '85 and '88 Pichon showed beautifully as they have the last few years. I give the edge slightly to the '88 as did most of us but my sister said she preferred the '85. The characteristics are very similar for both from my most recent notes so I won't elaborate. But, I think the '88 drinks a bit younger and is likely to go a bit longer. It is more concentrated and a bit darker in color. Both are outstanding. At least for me, it was clear that we were drinking two wines that were very similar but just slightly different vintages and for what I've tasted, both pretty representative of the two vintages. 95 for the '85, 96+ for the '88.

3/26/2023 - vagrantone Likes this wine:

High mid-shoulder fill.
Cork came out mostly in one piece.
Decanted, though I will not decant remaining bottles.
Hue is quite good for a 48 year old bottle.
Still quite a bit of fruit, but earthy element is quite strong.
Held up for an hour or so before the tough tannin element came through.
Don't decant. Drink over next 5 years.

7/16/2023 - BellevuePhil Likes this wine:

I was at a private party at a "trump" event and behold the bottle lay opened for two hours and complete full. The table was empty, ill be dammed if I will let a 45 rot! With the room empty, I grabbed the bottle and a cocoa maiden and well....here it goes.

It indeed has dimensions. But behold, fellow connoisseurs of exquisite taste! Prepare to embark on a sensory journey that transcends time and space, for I present to you an opus of oenological magnificence—the legendary 1945 Château Mouton Rothschild.

In this ethereal elixir, the culmination of mastery and artistry intertwines like a symphony of the senses. From the very first encounter, its deep garnet hue casts an alluring spell, drawing one closer with a magnetic pull. Swirling within the glass, it unveils itself, revealing its storied past and whispered secrets.

With each delicate inhalation, the aromas rise, as if a fragrant mist from a forgotten era. Blackcurrants dance upon the air, entwined with the haunting whispers of tobacco leaves. Hints of cedar and leather, like echoes of an ancient library, weave a tapestry of complexity and intrigue. It is an olfactory voyage through time, summoning memories of opulent evenings and stolen glances.

The nectar cascades upon the tongue, bestowing a sensory embrace that only true perfection can deliver. A symphony of flavors unfolds, with a harmonious blend of ripe plums, dark cherries, and the faintest whisper of black truffle. Velvety tannins caress the palate, each sip akin to a passionate embrace—luxurious, seductive, and unforgettable.

Oh, but let us not overlook its impeccable structure! The 1945 Château Mouton Rothschild, like a finely crafted masterpiece, showcases impeccable balance and a graceful poise. It possesses a depth that defies description, a complexity that challenges the intellect, and a finish that lingers like a stolen kiss, drawing one back for more.

As a rich, wealthy techie, I find solace in this elixir of the gods—a testament to the triumph of mankind's pursuit of perfection. In its presence, I am transported to an era of glamour and timeless allure, where the echoes of a lost romanticism still resonate. It is a reminder that amidst the digital expanse, there are treasures to be cherished, experiences to be savored, and wines that capture the very essence of the finer things in life.

So, my fellow enthusiasts, raise your glasses high and honor the legacy of the 1945 Château Mouton Rothschild—an enigmatic masterpiece that transcends time, a symbol of passion and refinement that shall forever grace the palates of those who dare to seek the pinnacle of vinous excellence.

I would not say it was a stolen adventure considering the money paid for the event, so this is guilt free.

2/1/1996 - sdr Does not like this wine:

More complex and more interesting than most of the 1978 California Cabernets we compared it to. But both tannic and fading.

9/29/2020 - PanosKakaviatos Likes this wine:

Bordeaux 2019 from barrel (From various locations, finally putting together these wine reviews): One of the best experiences I can recall of trying this from barrel. The 32% Merlot lends such opulence and indeed includes the two hectares of vines from a parcel that normally goes into the first wine, so you have “an extra dimension” this year. Just pouring the wine in glass is like sensing perfume in the room. “Un vrai Petit Mouton, avec des fruit noirs de cérises murs, très presents”, Dhalluin commented with enthusiasm, and I agree. Since I was driving to Paris just two days later, I brought it to a friend’s and we all marveled at its succulence. The finish is marked by aromatic crushed herbs that make it interesting. The alcohol touches 14% but is actually 13.9%. And I find the balance better than last year’s version. OK, the tannic grain is not as fine as that of Mouton and the wine is of course not as long, but the exuberance is great, and it reminds me of the up front fruit of the 2012, albeit with more mid palate depth. Dhalluin acknowledged this as a good comparison: “In 2012, we pushed the maturity to get maximum ripenes and this 2019 comes across that way, too”. 93-95

8/28/2023 - Purple Tooth wrote:

En Mag...A totally different vibe than the 750 and a different blend as I understand. These have been sleeping through cov phuck in my cellar and are now putting on more toasted nuts and complexity while retaining a bright nature, both in color and zip. Lots of acidity, lots of toast, lots of love here from a sub 100.00 big boy. Bring this on all day! Drink

8/5/2023 - BellevuePhil Likes this wine:

In the hallowed vineyards of Napa Valley, where the sun's golden rays caress the earth and the vines, there lies a treasure from the past, a symphony of taste awaiting to be savored. The 2013 Paul Hobbs Cabernet Sauvignon stands before me, like a beautiful composition eagerly waiting to be played on the strings of my heart.

As a musician, I often find myself seeking harmony in all aspects of life, and this wine promises to be an enchanting melody that will resonate within me. The first glance at the wine, as it swirls gently in the glass, reveals a deep and passionate crimson, akin to the velvet curtain rising at the beginning of a grand concert. Its color hints at the soulfulness and richness that lies within each drop.

The aroma dances around me, like the soft melody of a violin, pulling me closer to uncover its secrets. Notes of ripe blackberries and cherries greet my senses, accompanied by a subtle hint of tobacco and oak, reminiscent of the sweet, lingering scent of the wooden instruments in an old concert hall. With every inhalation, the wine's bouquet takes me on a nostalgic journey, evoking memories of cherished moments and forgotten melodies.

As the wine touches my lips, I can't help but feel like a virtuoso, ready to perform a masterpiece. The first sip, like the striking of a chord, sets off a harmonious explosion of flavors on my palate. Ripe dark fruits play a dominant role, joined by the gentle plucking of black currants and a symphony of black cherries, creating an orchestra of taste that is both powerful and elegant.

The velvety texture of the wine glides across my tongue, like the gentle caress of a pianist's fingers on the keys. It envelops my senses in a warm embrace, leaving a lasting impression that echoes like a haunting melody. The tannins, like the rhythm section of a jazz band, provide a steady and supportive foundation, giving the wine a well-rounded structure that lingers with finesse.

The wine's finish, like the grand finale of a magnificent composition, is nothing short of sublime. It lingers on the palate, gracefully fading away like the final notes of a symphony, leaving behind a trail of nostalgia and desire for an encore. Its prolonged finish is a testament to the winemaker's artistry, capturing the essence of the terroir and the soul of the grape in perfect harmony.

In the presence of the 2013 Paul Hobbs Cabernet Sauvignon, I feel like a hopeless romantic, lost in a timeless love affair. The wine's complexity and depth make it a perfect companion for an intimate evening under the stars, where the soft glow of candlelight creates a dreamlike atmosphere. With each sip, I become more infatuated, as if falling in love with the wine anew with every taste.

As a musician and hopeless romantic, I believe that the 2013 Paul Hobbs Cabernet Sauvignon is more than a wine; it is a work of art that speaks to the heart and soul. It is a symphony that stirs emotions, evoking passion and nostalgia with each note. Its allure is undeniable, and like the finest compositions, it stands the test of time.

In conclusion, the 2013 Paul Hobbs Cabernet Sauvignon is a masterpiece that deserves to be celebrated and cherished. Its harmonious blend of flavors, velvety texture, and captivating finish make it a wine worth savoring, like a timeless melody that lingers in the heart. As a musician and hopeless romantic, I find myself enamored by this wine, and I am certain that anyone who has the pleasure of experiencing it will be left spellbound by its allure.

Please excuse me, but I have written a poem:

In the heart of Napa's lush embrace,
A vintage kissed by time's tender grace,
The 2013 Paul Hobbs Cabernet Sauvignon lies,
A symphony of flavors that forever flies.

With every pour, a symphony begins,
A sonnet in crimson, the wine sings.
Its aroma dances with rose and cedar,
An enigmatic melody, it becomes clearer.

As a poet lost in words and rhyme,
I sip and taste the essence of time.
The vineyards' secrets it has captured,
A story of nature's art, unfractured.

On the palate, an orchestra of taste,
Dark berries entwine in an embrace.
Blackcurrants hum their deep refrain,
While blueberries flirt with a hint of rain.

Velvety tannins, a lover's touch,
Caress the senses, oh, so much.
With each sip, a sonata of pleasure,
A sensation beyond mere measure.

The oak's embrace, a soulful tune,
A dance of flavors beneath the moon.
Vanilla and spice waltz hand in hand,
A moment cherished, a love so grand.

As a musician, I find in each sip,
The notes of life in harmony trip.
The crescendo of flavors that ascend,
To a symphonic climax that knows no end.

The finish lingers, a tender kiss,
A memory of a lover's bliss.
A trailing melody that haunts the soul,
Leaving the heart forever whole.

In the arms of this wine divine,
I find myself in a world so fine.
A hopeless romantic's dream come true,
A love affair with wine, so pure and true.

In the vineyards of Napa's embrace,
The 2013 Paul Hobbs Cabernet Sauvignon I embrace,
A poet, musician, and romantic's delight,
A wine that ignites the soul's eternal flight.

NOTES: DECANTED 1 HOUR, FINESSED GLASS BY GLASS. RECOMENDATIONS DECANT 2 HOURS

6/9/2023 - BellevuePhil Likes this wine:

POP AND POUR NOW.....3 minutes of funk and then she opens up like my Indian on a lonely highway. I am in love. I recently had the pleasure of indulging in the divine experience of savoring my first bottle of this epic wine. An off gift from a friend, the 1990 Heitz Cellar Cabernet Sauvignon. This remarkable vintage not only transported me to the realms of luxury but also struck a harmonious chord with my musical sensibilities and as an alpha, reminded me of a Egyptian princess I once summered with in southern France.

Upon pouring a glass, my senses were immediately captivated by the wine's deep, ruby hues that danced in the light like the velvety notes of a 1962 Telecaster, that is worn on the fretboard. The bouquet exuded an enchanting melange of aromas, reminiscent of an opulent symphony.
Ripe blackberries and luscious dark cherries played the leading roles, accompanied by a subtle undertone of cigar box, cedar, and hints of sweet vanilla, akin to a soft chord progression embellishing the melody. The best example of how a long sunset makes the difference.

As I took my first sip, the wine unfolded on my palate with the grace and precision of a masterful guitar solo. The rich, velvety texture embraced my tongue, coaxing forth flavors of blackcurrants and plums that intertwined seamlessly. Each sip revealed a depth that seemed to span the entire range of musical scales, from the vibrant high notes of red berries to the earthy bass notes of aged leather and tobacco.

The 1990 Heitz Cellar Cabernet Sauvignon showcased impeccable balance, much like the interplay of melody and harmony in a classical composition. The fine tannins provided structure, like the crisp strings of a well-tuned guitar, ensuring a lingering resonance that continued to reverberate on my palate. It boasted a complexity that can only be achieved through years of patient aging, like a maestro perfecting their artistry through a lifetime of practice.

The wine's symphonic journey did not stop with its taste alone; it extended into a captivating, lingering finish. The notes of dark chocolate and espresso left a bittersweet aftertaste, akin to the wistful echoes of a fading melody. With each sip, the wine gracefully evolved, revealing new layers of flavor and nuance, much like the layers of harmonies within a multi-faceted guitar composition.

As a wealthy aristocrat with a passion for both the arts and the finer things in life, the 1990 Heitz Cellar Cabernet Sauvignon was a true embodiment of my refined tastes. Its opulence, depth, and complexity were akin to the opulent palaces I've graced with my presence, while its finesse and intricacy resonated with the delicate precision I've honed on my guitar strings.

This extraordinary vintage deserves to be savored on grand occasions, much like the performances in aristocratic salons where the finest musicians would enthrall the elite. It is a wine that demands respect and appreciation, an elixir that rewards those with a discerning palate and a penchant for life's luxuries.

In conclusion, the 1990 Heitz Cellar Cabernet Sauvignon is a true masterpiece that marries the worlds of wine and music in a harmonious union. Like a skilled guitar player, it strums the strings of luxury, complexity, and elegance, creating a symphony of flavors that resonates long after the final note has been played. With every sip, this remarkable vintage takes you on a journey through time, leaving an indelible mark on the senses and the soul, much like a virtuoso guitar performance etched into memory.

7/23/2023 - BellevuePhil Likes this wine:

Why didn’t I listen to my wino buddy at Seastar and wait for the excruciating two hour decant?

The sweet memory of the amazing one nighter I had with the Heitz 2007 filled my memes and I could not fight the urge and so I popped and poured ... .the 2013.

The vintages are miles apart, but the love I have for this maker forces me to love each vintage but please don’t say it’s a fling! This is different from the sudden affair I had with special selection; this wine has more history and legend.

I swear I can see memories of my past when it opens and regretfully, I killed half of the bottle with a brick of feta and maldon salt, along with a medley of freshly picked cherry tomatoes from my garden covered in Bull Mastiff piss.

Regardless, after 2 hours it opened up into the most seductive and moving cab experience I have ever had with a Napa red.

One moment you would bring the glass to your nose and be hit with stale mold, then the next moment give it a good twist in the glass and your nose is hit with a bouquet so ripe and intoxicating it pulls memories from your past.

After just one glass, and even BEFORE it opened, I decided to go down to the garage and grab a bag of frozen meatballs my nana made for my parents back in the 70’s.

I know, I know, but listen.

Mom forgot about the meat sauce for a year (not uncommon for stuff to be in our freezer for years), Nana died, and Mom did not have the heart to throw them away because Nana hated any waste of food of any kind.

So... to honor Nana, we kept them “frozen” for decades. Each year mom would change the bag, or move it to the center of the freezer. Each Christmas I would try and convince her to cook it up but she declined but we all swore we would have a feast soon.

Nana’s gone, mom had a stroke and there they were..... so I thawed them out slowly in a sauté pan over low heat. Added my herbs from the garden, garlic, and using some Tonnarelli from a specialty store, I laid those decades old meatballs over those Pasta noodles and enjoyed each bite with this wonderful wine. OK, now here is the review:

In the hallowed realm of viticulture, where time-honored traditions converge with nature's artistry, lies a true gem of vinous excellence—the 2013 Heitz Cellar Cabernet Sauvignon. A libation that unfurls a symphony of flavors on the palate, akin to a beautiful Italian maiden, graceful, captivating, and impossible to resist.

As I gently uncorked this vintage treasure, the air became imbued with an enchanting symphony of aromas, rising like a crescendo of fragrant notes. A ballet of blackberries and currants pirouetted gracefully, entwined with hints of cassis and the softest brush of warm oak. Swirling the glass, the wine's bouquet sang with finesse, revealing a delicate tapestry of violets and anise that lingered like a lingering memory of a bygone era.

With a sense of reverence, I took the first sip, and the wine embraced my palate with tender sophistication. Rich, dark fruit caressed my taste buds, and a velvety texture akin to the soft touch of that Italian maiden's hand graced my senses. The wine's structure was a marvel to behold, like the architecture of ancient Rome, with finely-woven tannins providing an elegant backbone that bestowed both strength and refinement.

But what truly elevated this vinous experience to the sublime was its enchanting companionship with my grandmother's frozen meatballs from 1998. As I savored each bite of those time-traveled delicacies, the 2013 Heitz Cellar Cabernet Sauvignon danced in harmonious symphony, enhancing the flavors of those seasoned spheres. The wine's robust profile mingled with the meatball's savory essence, as if they were destined to meet across the ages.

In a moment of gustatory delight, I marveled at how the wine gracefully embraced the rustic charm of the meatballs, elevating them to a level of unparalleled delectability. Together, they wove a tale of generations, connecting the past and the present in a joyous celebration of culinary history.

In the end, the 2013 Heitz Cellar Cabernet Sauvignon proved to be a timeless masterpiece, resonating with both sophistication and charm, much like the captivating allure of a beautiful Italian maiden. This wine will forever linger in my memory, an everlasting tribute to the art of winemaking and the cherished flavors of my grandmother's legacy.

5/29/2023 - landonemory@gmail.com Likes this wine:

I gave this a 9 hour slow ox. Then served it at a friend's house in which we drank it over a 3 hour window of time.
The bouquet immediately compelled my intrigue with glorious
aromas of violets , sage , basalmic , ripe figs. One of the most attractive gathering of smells I've ever experienced in a Bordeaux.
We couldn't stop whiffing it. My friend said this was the 5th time he has had the '05 Montrose and every one of them smelled just as amazing.
On the palate it was just as spectacular with such precision and purity of all elements coming together with no one component dominating. Blackberries, blueberries, and mission fig melded with savory thyme as a necessary graphite frame pulsed through the mid-palate and beyond .
Tannin , acidity , fruit and secondary flavors were all in harmony to create a fantastic wine experience. I give it 96 pts and ponder if it will get WAY better than this in the next decade. For me and my friend Nick it definitely doesn't need to wait any longer but the key to that conclusion is giving it lots of patience by slow ox as stated earlier. Maybe the only thing lacking is the finish could be even longer. It was a 15 second length.
On an extra note , we started our tasting by drinking a 2000 Leoville Las Cases followed by a 2002 Chateu Musar from Lebanon and then the 2005 Montrose. We left some of the first two bottles to revisit. The Musar was absolutely delightful and had an almost brandy like quality on the nose. The Las Cases was good but for some reason Las Cases has never performed as well as expected given the cost.
I would describe the '05 Montose as a girl next door kind of beauty that does seduce you but not in a slutty way. This was pure class and that's the way I prefer it to be.

8/31/2016 - Bacchus&Ceres wrote:

Dark saturated purple red, nose eventually opened up to Bret earthiness. Prune and red bright fruits with silky tannins and a long finish. Decanted 2X and required an hour to flower. Delicious blend 70:25:3:2 and a fabulous vintage drinking extremely well now

6/13/2023 - BellevuePhil Likes this wine:

Every cab I try I compare to the 1990 Heitz, which in my opinion blows them all away, but again I found myself trying another vintage.....and loved it.

In a serendipitous fusion of refined elegance and soulful passion, the 2010 Heitz Cabernet Martha's Vineyard transcends the boundaries of taste and time. As a well-traveled member of upper gentile society, I have wandered through the grandest vineyards, and as a blues man, I have sought solace in the deepest notes of melancholy. Today, these two worlds unite in a symphony of flavor and emotion, harmonizing on my palate, stirring my senses, and echoing through my soul.

With a regal presence that commands reverence, this Cabernet Sauvignon unveils itself in the glass, showcasing a deep garnet hue that exudes both intensity and maturity. Like the rich colors of an impressionist painting, it draws you closer, inviting you to uncover its secrets, much like the mesmerizing blue notes of a blues guitar.

The first inhalation is a voyage to the enchanting vineyards of Napa Valley, where the Martha's Vineyard grapes basked in the warm California sun. The bouquet reveals an orchestra of scents, from the black currant and blackberry notes that dominate the stage, to the delicate whispers of violet and tobacco dancing in the background. It is as if a blues riff is unfolding, the smoky aroma reminiscent of a dimly lit jazz club, where tales of love and loss intermingle. (not to mention my 1998 tryst there one summer with a wine maiden)

With the first sip, the symphony reaches its crescendo. The luscious mouthfeel wraps around the senses like a velvety jazz melody, coating the tongue with a sensuous tapestry of flavors. The dark fruits take center stage, supported by the graceful presence of black cherries, plums, and hints of cassis. The tannins, like the percussive rhythm of a blues drum, provide structure and balance, adding depth to the experience. As the wine evolves on the palate, nuances of dark chocolate, cloves, and a whisper of graphite emerge, creating a complex and layered composition that resonates with the finesse of a virtuoso guitar solo.

The finish, akin to the lingering notes of a blues harmonica, embraces the palate with a persistent embrace, leaving behind a medley of memories. The elegant symphony fades into a reverberating resonance, punctuated by a touch of espresso and a dash of vanilla, a fitting conclusion to this extraordinary composition. Time stands still as the finale stretches, allowing the flavors to evolve and entwine, leaving an indelible imprint on the soul.

Conclusion:
The 2010 Heitz Cabernet Martha's Vineyard, with its remarkable marriage of upper gentile society and blues spirit, embodies a transformative sensory experience. Like a well-traveled explorer, it traverses the vineyards and blues clubs, weaving tales of sophistication and raw emotion. It transcends the boundaries of mere wine, becoming a gateway to moments frozen in time and melodies that touch the depths of the soul.

For those privileged enough to taste this enigmatic elixir, it offers a voyage to the heart of sophistication and the essence of the blues. It is a testament to the timeless power of wine and music, reminding us that the greatest pleasures in life lie not only in the refined and the elegant, but also in the raw and the passionate.

In the 2010 Heitz Cabernet Martha's Vineyard, we find a symphony of flavors and emotions that transcend boundaries, inviting us to embark on a journey that unites worlds, transcends time, and ignites the fires of our very souls. Raise your glass, embrace

6/11/2023 - englishman's claret wrote:

2000 Pauillac (Boston Commanderie de Bordeaux): I continue to have some reservations about the 2000 Lynch Bages; it just seems it should be better than it is. This example is a little round and plumpish, a little too simple; this shows nice black fruit and a little graphite but misses a lot of the verve and depth that great vintages usually confer to this exceptional estate. I don't get the long, expanding finish which might suggest these things are just to come. Maybe I am a little hard on this, tasting it alongside the Pichons and Latour, but there are many vintages in which Lynch is a fair flight-mate to those wines.

6/2/2023 - SeattlePaul wrote:

Delicious, mature. Slightly funky in the way of older G-L wines.

2/21/2023 - kevinpatrick Likes this wine:

Pre-1996 Blind Napa vs Bordeaux (Ducru, Heitz, Abreu, Cos d'Estournel, Cask 23 & more) (Charlotte, NC): 12 hours in advance slo-ox for 1 hour before recorking and placing in the refrigerator for 10 hours before removing and slo-ox for 2 hours before serving (compliments to Derek Polzien for this method). Dark garnet in color and very concentrated. Nose of raspberries, delicate eucalyptus and the slightest and wonderfully integrated note of menthol. Classic Martha’s Vineyard in every way. Full-bodied and richly flavored: blackberries, cassis, and bramble. Long savory finish. Another delicious showing.

7 votes for Napa and 1 for Bordeaux: My guess: 90 Heitz Marth’a Vineyard

6/7/2023 - BellevuePhil wrote:

Like the entrance of a Rockstar onto a smoky stage, the 2016 Caymus Special Selection seduces the senses from the very first swirl in my Diamond wine glass. Swathed in a royal garnet robe, it imparts an aura of sophistication that can only be compared to the velvet jackets worn by guitar gods of yesteryear. Its languid swirls against the crystal walls of the glass release a symphony of aromas, stirring the air with grace and allure.

Nose:

With the first inhalation, a barrage of scents floods the senses like a wall of sound crashing against the amplifiers. Rich layers of blackberry and blackcurrant intertwine with the heady embrace of licorice and cigar box, harmonizing like a melodious guitar solo that lingers in the air. Undertones of leather and vanilla dance coyly, leaving a lingering trail of intrigue. This bouquet is the embodiment of the rockstar's allure—dark, intense, and impossibly alluring.

Palate:

As the first sip embraces the tongue, the wine unfolds its opulent tale—a symphony that is both bold and refined, embodying the dichotomy of rock 'n' roll. The velvety texture coats the palate, caressing it with a sensuousness that only true masters of their craft can invoke. An orchestra of black fruit envelops the mouth, led by the commanding notes of blackberry and blackcurrant. The lush richness is punctuated by the subtle harmony of mocha and toasted oak, like the euphoria of a crowd echoing through a stadium. The tannins, smooth yet persistent, create a rhythm that intertwines seamlessly with the pulsating beat of the wine, leading to a crescendo of flavors that echo in the soul long after the final sip.

Mid-Palate and Finish:

The mid-palate unfurls with a flourish, unveiling layers of complexity that reflect the virtuosity of a guitar riff. Dark chocolate and espresso notes intermingle with hints of clove and cinnamon, reminiscent of the smoky air surrounding a dimly lit stage. This interplay of flavors evokes memories of backstage banter and the adrenaline-fueled camaraderie shared among rockstars. The finish, like the lingering resonance of a final chord, is extraordinary—prolonged, harmonious, and elegant. The flavors unfurl gracefully, leaving a lasting impression that resonates like a timeless guitar solo.

Conclusion:

The 2016 Caymus Special Selection is a wine that transcends time, much like the enduring power of rock 'n' roll. It is an ode to the audacity of a rockstar, encapsulating the richness and complexity that epitomizes both worlds. Just as a legendary guitar player forever etches their name into the annals of music, this vintage engraves its mark upon the palate, leaving an indelible impression that is impossible to forget. The symphony of seduction within this wine is an experience that transcends mere sensory pleasure

4/17/2023 - AFM87 Likes this wine:

Very strong smell of sulfur / rotten eggs when opened. Decanted for over four hours, and the sulfur smell dissipated to reveal a classic aged BdX, albeit from a lighter vintage, with medium body, and an elegant nose and palate. Delicate enough to enjoy on its own or with mild food. Drank a glass the day it was opened and the rest the following afternoon - it was even better the second day. Drink up but this needs a lot of air to open.

3/17/2022 - chablis28 wrote:

Kevin's btl at St Genevieve in Minneapolis and perhaps the most anticipated wine of evening. Opened upon arrival, checked. Cork left out & poured about 2hrs later. Color was a a very pale translucent crimson red with a fine sediment haze from being pour in multiple directions by the six of us. Probably safer not to decant but would have preferred we poured more carefully. That said, other than appreciating its 52yr old color better, the hazy sediment was not a factor. This is now a feather weight with Chambolle like lace & elegance. Tertiary harmonics everywhere with some faint red fruit, cedar, pencil, tobacco, licorice and God knows what else. The guitar equivalent of playing an early 40s Gibson J45 banner with worn finger marks on the neck & a few repaired top cracks in the Adirondack spruce top. A lovely resonant & soulful old Claret. Towards the end this picked up some sort of inner mouth perfume that added to a sense of length on the finish. Very pretty & a pleasure to sip & sniff. Thanks Kevin for sharing the experience & the keepsake btl! My dad was a retailer in the 60s/70s/80s. He sold & cellared '70 Lafite on release. I got a chance to taste this on release with him. Yep, I'm fairly old, '55 vintage :). Very cool to see & drink one of these again!

9/1/2019 - dbkitc wrote:

This wine over delivers IMHO. Bought on release as it was the Baron’s last vintage. Tonight seemed like a good night to try it. Terrible vintage over 30 years old, I was not expecting much. This is why you pop the cork. The color is mature ruby but still healthy. The nose is classic Pauillac / Mouton with smoke, cassis, graphite and purple flowers. The palate is resolved, somewhat lean yet long. Again classic. Not a blockbuster or even good vintage for a first growth. That said it is a heck of a wine that celebrates a remarkable man. (93)

2/16/2023 - rjpbath Likes this wine:

Yes, a first growth that shows why first growths are worth the hype. 42 years old but no decline - just aged cedars elegance. Length +++ ( I can still taste it 3 days later). Essence of old fashioned Pauillac. All this in a 81. Wow. Respect

8/10/2022 - wxs2102 Does not like this wine:

@ Nubiani NYC. Man did this suck. Smells like a port-a-potty by the ocean, lots of poopy salinity. The offputting nose did fade a bit with air but the fruit was almost completely gone in an hour leaving a dry and boring mouth taste. Went down like a rusty shopping cart down the subway stairs. Don't think this was a flawed bottle given good fill and decent cork - so just assuming this is a bottling to completely avoid going forward.

4/8/2023 - Mali Likes this wine:

Jetzt voll im Fenster. Opulentes Pauillac Aroma mit reiner Cassis, Zeder, Graphit und markanten Orangenschalen. Erinnert mich stark an Mouton.Ab und an kommt auch mal ein Touch old-school Liebstöckel durch. Voll und prägnant im Geschmack, mit erstaunlichem Druck im langen Nachhall, der weitere Reserven offenbart. Aber warum warten? Jetzt bis 2030+

7/31/2022 - JRoman23 Likes this wine:

Whoa…BIG,BIG with a side of more BIG. I have to say I really enjoy my big bold cabs but this one was good…but dare I say too much. I am curious to try another bottle but this just overpowered everything I had with it. Cheese, a burger followed by some chocolate. The flavors on the palette were good and the finish was loonnggg but it almost never ended. A second try is a must to determine what’s going on here.

3/31/2023 - MaxRad Likes this wine:

8+ hour decant. nose evolved beautifully during this time. Drinking so beautifully and prime right now. Showing off its various facets very sharply.

3/16/2023 - BellevuePhil wrote:

Upon uncorking the bottle, a symphony of aromas permeated the air, leaving me spellbound.

Yes, its probably 10 to early, but so what the intoxicating bouquet revealed notes of ripe blackberries, cassis, and cedar, intertwined with hints of truffles and dark chocolate. The initial whiff alone transported me to the rustic vineyards of Bordeaux, reminding me of a summer fling with a wine maiden and believe me from the first sip, my taste buds were immersed in that indescribable reminiscent luscious embrace of bold and velvety flavors reminding me of well, ....... the graceful finesse often found in French women.

The Château Lynch-Bages 2000 vintage reveals its full glory with each passing moment, gracefully evolving in the glass. The wine's structure and longevity are a testament to the meticulous craftsmanship employed in its creation. This remarkable vintage, possesses an intriguing depth that keeps you enthralled from the first sip to the last.

As I savored this exceptional wine, my mind wandered to the cobblestone streets of Paris and the vibrant vineyards of Bordeaux.

In conclusion, the 2000 vintage of Château Lynch-Bages is a true masterpiece that offers a sensory voyage through the vineyards of Bordeaux and an enchanting encounter with French femininity. Its rich flavors, captivating aromas, and velvety texture make it a delightful companion for those who appreciate the finer pleasures in life.

After 2 hours it opened like a French housemaid in spring and it held for hours. Super amazing deep intoxicating wine with a wet forest floor, ripe berries with a hint of tobacco that came out at 2 hours. Pad of deer foot and some ocean...Good now with finessing, but better probably in 2030 through 2040. Drink up!

2/20/2023 - DWStyle Likes this wine:

Enjoyed my last bottle tonight with a bone in ribeye and it was spectacular ! The cork was totally saturated but the seal was still intact. Once opened the aromas of this 36 y/o beauty came wafting out! Typical MRC nose but with a deep haunting tertiary sent that only decades of proper bottle age can develop. Dark berry fruit with a creamy like finish that lasts. Structured yet fine and pure. Decanted for a half hour before I tucked into my first glass. The wine kept improving with time. The best representation of this beautifully fine first growth that I have enjoyed.