We are soldiering through the crus like the Beaujolais crusaders we are.
It is funny. I am…well…I do ballet. People tend to think I am delicate but I am not. I am not a flower. I like to think I am a goddamn shrub. Ready to conquer. So…
Is this “I am invincible” concept of myself delusional, like tilting at windmills thinking they are the enemy?
Nah.
I don’t tilt at enemies. I tilt at problems and ambitions. And wines. Like this one from an area named for windmills. Except it is named in the French language. I tilt in French.
AT:
2015 Domaine Laurent Perrachon Moulin-a-Vent “Terres Roses”
Found via Garagiste
SO if this wine were a fight: You see purple. Normally people see red if angered but when moved to tilt, you see the delightful ruby-ish purple of this vin.
Sniff the wind for your target. Clean, medium plus intensity REDOLENT I tell you of purple and red and black plums. All the plums except like maybe the green ones. Earth, spices, a hint of mint and lilac.
Young as my goddamned soul. That’s a lie I have been seventy since I was 10. But this wine is young as my social life.
On the palate the vino is dry as sin, acidic as fuck, tannic as all get out which is perhaps why the Perrachon website says to age at least three years. And I waited two.
Because I also tilt at tannins.
The wine could tilt at the Juliénas. Because as I established a couple of weeks ago Juliénas is heavy. But if this tilted at the Chénas or St-Amour I tasted this wine would knock it the f out.
Alcohol is medium (13% abv) and is full of red cherries, blackberries, purple and black plums, a hint of allspice and more dirt but like tasty dirt. The dirt you eat when, whilst tilting, you take a tumble and eat dirt but you are glad to eat it because it will energize you to get up and keep fighting. There is a knock of pepper in said dirt. The intensity and body of this wine galvanize you.
Get up from that dirt! GO HARD for the finish! The medium plus finish! This fight did not last terribly long, but it was interesting and ever changing. Which if you are not comprehending my stupid metaphors means this wine’s finish could be longer but it is elegantand moves through a few tastes and feelings. Or like the bruises you endured that go from black to red to purple to yellow-green brown before disappearing, this wine has a few faces before leaving you.
GO! Nurse your wounds. Perhaps with wine.
Scrumptious Gruel 
I ALWAYS joke how I “peaked too soon” – IE: I have an old soul, in a young body. I have been like 30/40 since I was 17. And now that I am coming in on 30, I finally feel like I “fit in” with people my age! HA!
Oh wow I know–all my life I always made friends with people older than I and now I actually fit in my age range. And make friends with younger old soul people!