Nose: initially cherry, wet forest pine needle, bacon, caramel
Palate: vortex of American oak, swirling, later really ripe sour cherry, cayenne on front, persistent.
Needs to open. Aerated once, with “Decantus”.
These things are crap. The aerators. Drink the damn wine until she opens.
Rod Stewart said “Every Picture tells a story,” Let this wine do that for ya.
If you don’t have a decanter handy, use (my favorite) as they call it in NOLA a “Po-Boy” a 16 oz half and half container from a local Sonoma dairy.
Wash it out REAL GOOD, and swirl.
It’s all glass with a silkscreened cow in the front, and it’s all good.
30 min. now, here we go.. A little maple on the nose.
A slick cranberry, and that oh so predictable cherry, its becoming dried now, and there a little chocolate. It’s becoming full. Sexy.
Its got a date with bacon wrapped garlic chicken thigh. A little dirtlike salty Italian Tuscan perfect ass.
Man, this thing crème brulee carmel gives you dessert before the finish. (Megan Fox)
Work it, into the lounge chair and put on “rescue me”.
Crush the bacon, lay it over the grilled chicken, it’s a sleeping bag sleep over.
A little chicken in a “rebel yell pot sticker”
The cab is speaking, peaking. It’s time to turn down the lights.
it’s an 03. Has Potential in another 3 yrs. To be a new Triumph cycle.
Ooh. Grab the knife + fork.
80$ in the wild.