Chateau Kirwan 1999 Grand Cru Classe Margaux

120p
Just opened.
Nose: vine arising out of stony soil. Black leather velvet, dark fruit, if you were playing pool this would be the 8-ball corner pocket.
Palate: this is only 10 yrs old. Real tannic. Fig.Dusty.
In the other room, there’s a glass of pomegranate juice. Nice acidity surrounded by the tiniest spice. French steely resolve..Dried cranberry with cherry. The store-bought kind.
This is a black Mercedes parked in the driveway right under the kitchen window.
It travels down to the street just missing the address there, spray painted in white.
It’s just rained in the afternoon and most of the water is gone except in the gutter.
You walk up to the front door the brick hewn frame surrounding it; grandpa comes to the door. (He loves the Pogues Sick Bed of Cúchulaínn whistling away.)

Grandma’s house has been around for a while. Up the hallway comes your date.

She’s tight. She’s a talented girl. She’s tight. She’s got her head down tight .
She’ll open up a little bit as you drive to the club.
The night air flows.
She’s got nice legs. They move quickly. She’s ready.
You are too, and hate to wait.
My mouth’s watering as she climbs up the old stairs.
You stop by a donut shop on the way to the club and she drinks in the custard, raspberry punchki afterward smoking a camel nonfiltered. (I didn’t know she smoked?)
These velvet couches are nice to sit on to watch the show.
She’s just about perfect for a young girl. Although in 2 years or so, she’ll be smokin’.
Although, her shaking ass is quite nice. The garnet really holds her curves.
Her grandfather was Irish. He married a French Beauty. Grandma kept the name..
Marry her. Let her lay down. She likes to sleep. And she’s a cheap date for the money.
Chateau Kirwan
1999 Grand Cru Classe
Margaux.
40% Cabernet Sauvignon, 30% Merlot, 20% Cabernet Franc, 10% Petit Verdot.
I give her an 89+. + With the cellaring. Another 5 yrs.
85$

Cos D'Estournel 1993 Bordeax St. Estephe

I smell Wet fir tree violet. Mineral brick old London alley on wood pushcart.
Beef. London broil.
I see. Aubergine with light brick and clear rim.
I see another 15 in her future.
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Spice. Long mouthwatering finish. Tannins go on forever. White pepper. Mineral.
2 crushed velvet seats facing each other. A dark wood table with an aged cotton lattice tablecloth.
Marie Antoinette. Harpsichord. She’s eyeing you randily. A sound rodgering if you play the chords right.
Silver.
Dried currant, clove, prune.
This wine’s at middle age. . Cerebral. S’got a young British girlfriend now, buxom and smart with dark thinly rimmed glasses. Looking at her for a second, you drift off in thought.
The table hosts some resting duck with cherries. The wine has earth, dried cherry, dried raspberry right between. So, so layered.
Bbc1’s on. She tells a joke dripping with dry wit. The wine agrees.
She’s full in a sweater. Powerful.
You walk into the bathroom. There’s a claw foot tub. Throwback of ’93. Feels like steeping into the 60’s. 61 to be exact. The wine tells you it’s past. So expressive, it oozes 1855. I want this wine.
The love of your life. Separated. You long for each other. The talks on the phone. “I love you” see you soon” this wine makes my eyes well up.
Heathrow. Feeling of anticipation, spinning in each other.
This is it. This is the one. Breakfast at tiffany’s. She replies breathlessly.
My heart swells.

I give it a shared 97+. With her sitting at the table drinking in the wine.
60% Cab. 40% Merlot
St. Estephe.
Cos D’Estournel. 1993.
100$+

Vega Escal 2006 Priorat Blend

224p
Opened ½ hr ago. 63º
Nose. Slate like immorality, dark fruit lollypop, and violets
Great color, nice and dark
Palate: velvety clove on top. Dripping fig on the bottom. Hanger steak.
This wine is a cute 23 yr old @ Safeway.
Brown hair dyed blonde, spicy and a bit unsure.
A blend of American and French mostly American I think. She’s still learning remedial French.
But wait:
She’s got a great Spanish girlfriend with her.
Maturing fruit. Wanting to be loved.
Droolilngly mouthwatering now. Be good with some Manchego if the crap weren’t selling for 25$/lb here.
Rounded out nicely, she needed an hour and a half and 15 lbs to reveal herself.
This is a nighttime wine. With some food. Carne Asada. Easy on the spice pal..
You started out with the blonde, now you love the brunette.

“In the night time
That's the right time
In the night time
That's the right time
I wanna be with you in the night time”- J. Geils Band
As with her, so goes the wine. It opens, it’s pretty sensual. The oak’s really softened, that’s when you throw it into the fire. She puts her arm around you.
The finish is somewhat short. This is a relationship that needs a little time.
After all, she’s a little young for you.

84 pts.
Vegaescal 2006

60% Carinena, 30% Garnacha, and 10% Syrah

Priorat
20$
Bought it at Valley Wine Shack, Sonoma, Ca.

2008 Marquis de Goulaine Rose d’Anjou La Roseraie Val De Loire

Color: Clear light Rose Petal (of course,)
Nose: Daisy, Violet
Like a crushed strawberry tart, ripe like a Botticelli painting. A touch of acidity like Sarah Silverman- the rated "G" version.
As it opens up, revealing the subject-there’s a bit of green unripe strawberry.
{Johnny Cash’s nixed hit “Ring of Cherry}
Long finish too.
Introduce this wine to Popeye’s fried chicken and It’s a handholding new couple on a date -all greased up, and crumb covered.
S’got nice oak on the swing set floating over a puddle of strawberry/cherry squeezed juice boxes.
This wine’s a sassy teenybopper. If it were a movie I’d give it “Sixteen Candles”.
I don’t usually like wines like this. But she’s a nimble one.
I only dig a “chick flick” when there’s a chick to flick.
This one’s pretty good.
I’ll break with all of my convention.
85.
8 $ in the wild.
2008 Marquis de Goulaine
Rose d’Anjou
La Roseraie
Val De Loire