Color: ruby. Gritty.
Nose: Black pepper or white/tri-color ground pepper. Tight acidity. Pomegranate. Blue ink. Blackberry cherry cola.
Palate: farmhouse kitchen stewed red cherry. Fresh red apple skins. Milk chocolate truffles, toffee, gravel. Fig. Very long finish. Oak comes, presents itself then goes. A little touch of celery.
Rhubarb Pie almost too ripe to harvest. Firm tannins. Medium weight.
I’m impressed, for a California Sangiovese it’s pretty old world. Not fat or muddled.
Sangiovese in a snapshot. Not flaccid or too damn fat and ripe.
Makes me think of a farmhouse. Driving though the countryside Car stops, turns right up a 2-track rd; the green grass stokes the bottom off the car. Man answers the door with salt and pepper hair and glasses. Daughter peeks over stage left shoulder, little sis 2 arms upon the waist. Sultry. The little kid runs inside, feet slapping.
Your eyes meet with the “get me out of here” pleading, lightly sad but ready.
She runs the tip of her finger up your chest without him seeing. Whispers in your ear. This reminds me of a Russ Meyer movie. Mudhoney.
The inside of the house smells like the early 60’s with photos of Sinatra, Prima, Tommy Lasorda, and some other Italian guy you cant name on the wall. A family picture of her father and the kids, her mother behind the kids’ center.
Drips with tobacco. Pomade of grape. Your dinner’s steak and corn.
When he goes to sleep, you wait for her as the runs out with a small suitcase, hopping in and slamming the door.
You put the foot to the wheel. Wheat grass looking back on you. Thumbs up.
A kiss on the cheek and freedom.
Pelerin Sangiovese 2006, Arroyo Seco
92% Sangiovese, the rest -Syrah.