Hanging out with girls who try to make out with me has been a recurring theme to my late night LA drinking habit of late. Because apparently something in my demeanor says pansexual. I dunno. I mean I’m flattered but I digress because that has nothing to do with the wine I am talking about.
Oh! No I know why I was thinking sex thoughts. It is because I am reviewing another octopus wine and a friend of mine recently told me some rather lurid news. Did you know there was such a thing as tentacle porn? Holy shit there is. I have not looked because that thought rather terrifies me.
Let us move on. To the wine!
I give you The Argonaut, a sauvignon blanc by the same person (it is indeed one dude or so he says, hence the need for 8 arms) as The Tentacle.
Like me this wine is slightly rich and salty. Not that I am wealthy-rich, just sometimes full of it maybe? As for salty, well, see the “full of it” bit. Silly. But the wine is indeed rather rich for a white wine, and maybe it is the nautical influence, but I imagine the seas as I sip. It is brackish.
Golden, medium-bodied like my friend Leandra’s Corgi named Shipley (SHIPley!), and a bit fruity.
Like honey, if honey were in a salt mine and octopuses were in that mine with that wine. I fucking dig it. Ps the plural of octopus is indeed octopuses. Because it has Greek origins. It would have to be Latin to be “octopi”.
I smell overreach peach. I feel honeysuckle. I sense peach that has been macerated with some honey and salt, and that is good.
Medium bodied. Pears. Do pears blossom? If they do then this wine tastes of pear blossoms. I could drink the whole bottle but won’t. Wine is for sharing.
looky here. she says without using caps like a proper woman who writes.
Ok caps. Zinfandels have been a favorite of mine for a while. I like them. They have everything. Spice and fruit and leather and A Lot. They are the indecisive wine lover’s wine.
So naturally the fact that an ancestor of theirs is primitivo meant I needed primitivo.
The 2014 Tempo Vero Primitivo IGT
I got it on club w.
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Very very smooth. Little tannins. Less spice. More berries. I picture strawberries and raspberries and a few blueberries and just maybe two blackberries.
The acidity is lilting and elegant, it’s the jaunty bridge to this wine’s ballad to berries.
I’d like to choreograph to this wine.
This week you get it ALL. Wine, reading material and aquatic life.I present to you…The Tentacle.
And! The Soul of an Octopus.
Because that is how my book club rolls. I have a book club of 4. That is about the right number. So here is the story: one of the members picked The Soul of an Octopus for our next book. Before we met to discuss it he and I spotted the fine work of Eight Arms Cellars at Covell aka my second home.
The bottle could not be argued with, we needed to taste it. Being generous as they are at Covell we were poured a sample. Then we bought a bottle. Investigating the website I saw some other intriguing potions. I will write about The Argonaut on a later post but for now…The Tentacle.
At 48% Syrah, 42% Zinfandel and the rest percent (ten, I can do math) Petite Sirah, this is like my biggest wine loves with a touch of surprise. The surprise being Petite Sirah, which I normally am meh on, and have downright disliked but I think of it like this wine’s adorable tooth gap. Or cute mole. Wait, let’s not compare wine to moles.
So, tasting notes: this is berry-rich but not really sweet. In other words it is one hell of a glass of juice. Soft, soft tannins. Pleasant acid. I don’t know what else I can say besides two cheers for that malolactic fermentation? At least for this wine.
The book is likewise charming Octopuses are fascinating creatures. Did you know they taste with their skin? And they are very clever. And reading about them forced us to seek out a nearby aquarium so we could see one, the little purple guy you saw above. Now I want to meet one, seeing as this one was not particularly interactive. Time to learn to scuba. That is all.
Okay, here’s the deal. I don’t post a lot these days. I have another weekly column that I have to tend to and then there is the thing about me being here in LA to be an actor. I’m doing a bunch of that lately so the blog gets the short shrift.
However! I’ve had a lot of wine tasting opportunity of late. So I’m gonna try to point you to a wine I’m particularly digging once a week. Okay?
I know, based on my posts of late all being booze, it probably looks like I’m on a liquid diet. What can I say? I am actress. Girl has gotta watch her figure. I jest.
Let’s talk wine. The first weekly wine is…from Martian Ranch and Vineyard! I was working as a mixologist at a farm to table dinner. My cocktail was the opener. But the wines for pairing with dinner turned my appetizer-mixed-drink eyes. I was drinking the wine (To pair with Loghan’s genius) that was paired with the amazing vegan eats of I met Nan Helgeland, whose creations I was sipping, and she is the best. It follows that her biodynamic creations follow suit.
This is the 2012 Syrah Red Shift. 95 percent syrah, 5 percent Viognier. Saucy. This wine is robust yet in a lean and enjoyable way. It is rife with dark purple fruit. Think plums, and perhaps…currant? I don’t know because I have never eaten a currant straight up. But sipping with eyes closed I am seeing currants so there ya go.
It makes me think of leather. It is muscular but not overly brawny. Manly but not macho. Drinking this wine is like sipping a man who hikes a lot but wears an expensive leather watch and who will sleep with you on deep purple velvet sheets which sounds maybe a bit hot and uncomfortable but let’s remember this is wine not real life and in my imagination it is kinda hot.
Beyond the enjoyment of wine, there is the science nerd in me that gets satisfied. As the site will tell you red shift was phenomenon that let us figure out our universe is expanding. There are little science factoids scattered throughout their web site as is apropos of a winery with an extraterrestrial nom.
I tasted a lot of Nan’s wines and I am now a fan. Or a Martian. What can we call fans of this winery? Martianados? I’m gonna stick with Martian.
Out, out damned wine spot!
This drink is blood orange and Campari and port and jealousy, ambition and hidden violence in the night. And psychotic breakdown
1 1/2 oz ruby port
1 oz Campari
1/2 oz blood orange
Cava to taste
Stir the port, Campari and blood orange. Add the Cava. Plot domination.
You’ll get the most convincing argument for tiki ever here. Go get it.
Then there is whacking so watch to the end. Whack with joy.
The My Bry
1 oz. white rum
1/2 oz. coffee maple rum
1 oz. rye
1 oz. Grand Marnier
1/2 oz. orgeat
1/4. lime juice
1/4 oz. pineapple juice
Shake with ice then strain over crushed ice.
We took a hiatus. “Girls” may be over for the season, but we wanted to keep drinking. And so we did. And put it on digital for your viewing pleasure. Enjoy this beverage, please. I did.
Ps thank you Captain Morgan for the barrage of rum. It was delightful.
Pps Everyone PLEASE get some friggin’ queso.
Pairs Well With Queso (makes 2)
- 2 1/2 oz grapefruit rum
- 1 1/2 oz bourbon (used my favorite standby Maker’s Mark)
- 1 1/2 oz dry vermouth
- 1 1/4 oz Purely Syrup Habanero simple syrup
- Tonic water
- Mixture of cane sugar and sweet Hungarian paprika
- 1/2 a grapefruit
Press a glass into the grapefruit, then dip in the sugar/paprika mixture.
Shake everything else but the tonic. Strain and top with tonic.