Gonna drink this Zin right outa my wine fridge…

I edited like justttttt close enough although why oh why is there not nipple freedom for all?

But back to the title of this post: forgetting. Fuck. Am I being too personal? I’m trying to get rid of the wines that remind me of love lost. Which right now is Zin. FML. In the future I plan to stop educating my romances in wine. If they become fond of my faves suddenly all those former faves make me sad.

So I thought “I’ll drink up all those and focus on learning new ones”.

But the problem is I stock exemplary er…examples of Zin. So I can’t get over the wine. But maybe the wine is gonna be so good I’ll get over the lost romance? Maybe life is not so bad?

SO FUCK IT WITH THIS BOTTLE I RECLAIM MY LOVE OF THIS WINE AS MY OWN!!!!!!!! And my life.

Or something. In other words I’m my own goddamned lady.

Let’s talk wine. The glorious thing of this example is that it encompasses all your senses, including emotions. And it surrounds you with voluptuous joy. So:

2015 Dutcher Crossing Proprietor’s Reserve Dry Creek Valley Zinfandel

I discovered Dutcher Crossing from one of the wines my SF Wine Contest friend (he does their graphic design and such) brought back. It was good one year. Even better the next. So I bought some of my own.

Like I said it is a heady joy inducing wine. Like love you forget your woes in its presence. DO I NEED TO SAY MORE?!! Perhaps it is the tannic and aggressive aggressive 13% petite sirah that makes this wine give me wings.

In case you want tech notes I’ll get technical.

To your eyeholes: It is deep ruby with thick jambs. That’s legs sweet babies.

To the nostril-holes: It creeps out of the glass and assaults you with a kiss of dried cherries. There is more but that is the most important.

In your mouth hole/tastebuds/throat/nchest this is dry, medium plus acid, with medium tannins that have been to sex-ed, medium plus alcohol, and all the blueberries, blackberries, dried red cherries and super duper dried vanilla beans you could wish for which I am guessing are the love children of the 35% new american oak used.

Anyway this wine will take you for a ride. Dang it. My old love is no longer. Boys come and go.

Zinfandel is my life partner.

Wine Of late

Dudes these things just…materialize. At my door. And I try them and much of the time I am like “meh” and sometimes I’m like “hey fella” and occcaaaaaaasionally I’m like we can have a third date and that’s this. Our relationship is growing. Sorry for my singleton wine metaphors. I mean I’m not marrying this wine but I would take it to dinner with the fam.

J Vineyards and Winery Brut Rosé

It is bubbly. Of course. But nutty and yeasty and berry-y. And good and refreshing. If I want to drink a bubbly well….gotta say I’ve been learning this love language with the J Winery bubblies. Because I don’t tend to go out of my way for a sparkling wine but they have sent me quite a few and I’ve tasted A LOT of sparkling wine but consistently I have enjoyed the J offerings so who knows.

All of which to say is get a fucking J sparkler, if you are inclined. I am.

Return of That Rosé (you almost forgot you sampled)

The…EVERYTHING of an amazing rosé. I am gonna say it is this. WTF why not.

Oh heck so two years ago I was at a special event ( I was guest mixologist ooh ahh) and I tasted this and I went home and bookmarked the winery and…neglected that bookmark until now. And now. Just now! I ordered a couple bottles and doubted the amazingness I was about to taste because when I first tried it, it wasn’t on a blank palette–it was on a drinking-my-own-bourbon-cocktail palate. But tarnished or blank palate this wine will MOVE you. At least the rosé. I also ordered a red and cannot wait to try. 

But. Let’s talk the rosé.

Holy heck. Their wine. So good then and so good two years later when I ordered a bottle and started writing this entry.
Ok now sure. Let’s go with metaphors.

The Fantasie. That is this vino’s name.

2016  Seebass Rosé of Grenache

So you meet someone. It is big like at first meet. And I’m not talking romance–Just the ohhhh this person could be a lifelong friend! 

You get their info. Or jot down the name of the wine somewhere. Ya know.

Then you get distracted. For like two years. And you think…can I contact them? Will it be as magical as the first time we met?

So it was here. I was resident mixologist at a farm-to-table dinner. This wasn’t even the sponsor wine. This lovely winery was. But one of the benefactors of the dinner brought the Seebass Rosé for kicks and it…made an impression.

So it took two years for me to say hey…I should get a bottle and soberly evaluate. 

But nah this shit is legit.

You will regret not having followed up sooner. Oh no this friend is better than memory. Y’all will make up for lost time.

This rosé is filled, when you smell, with grapefruit. And perhaps unripe raspberry but then you taste and it…well people who don’t know better mightttttt say sweet and I would correct them: it is just the fruit. But then the stones kick in.

The big story? Just taste strawberries soaked in white balsamic vinegar and there ya go. But I will give a more…in depth description. All the same you SHOULD taste strawberries with the white balsamic treatment. Preferably with a twist of black pepper.

And then this is grenache has a wicked high alcohol level (14.5abv) and yet the acid is cutting enough you slurp this stuff up not realizing. What you are getting into.

Oh heck okay I am sipping with sober palate so let me do the boring WSET analysis but before that let me just say…METAPHORICALLY this is the person you meet and are SO impressed with and worry when you meet again you won’t like and then they are even better. Okay.

Eye: clear, medium salmon pink, medium quick tears.

Nose: clean, medium intensity, lemon, grapefruit, peach, youthful as fuuuuuuu

Tongue: Dry, acid is medium, tannins nahhhhh, alcohol I THOUGHT was medium but that sneaky sneaky grenache…this is medium plus alcohol. Medium body. Flavor intensity medium, and the flavors? This is a pinkkkkkkk grapefruit. With maybe a whiff of juice from a white one. And maybe a wet rock. And then a strawberry but an unripe one that was soaked in white balsamic vinegar. Come to think of it there is a LOT of white balsamic but you have to have spent way oodles of money on vinegar and berries to confirm this. Instead just drink this wine. You will get the flavor profile and tipsy too.

Okay the all important finish? Ohhhhhhit is somewhere between medium and medium plus. It is gentle yet nuanced. More nuanced than the loudmouth you THOUGHT you were following up with. This one is a keeper.