What happens when I’m too lazy to get my tripod out:
I hold the bottle with my knees.
Oh my. Thank god for friends on wine apps like good ol’ Delectable. I mean, you guysssss, what did we do before wine apps? Ugh.
My chum from high school made a delightful metaphor about how he just had to keep workin’ his way through this bottle. Such a delightful metaphor I went out and got some. You’d have to see the metaphor i.e. I just want more buddies on the app.
But This Wine. I’ll tell you about it on the off-chance you aren’t gonna download and actively use a wine app.
2012 Unti Dry Creek Valley Grenache
15.1 ABV. 85 percent Grenache with un peux Syrah. Wait is it une peu? These days I only know ballet French.
Like ballet, wine exults in balance and this is balanced in the perfect way, as in it is balanced but not bland. It is distinguished. Fresh on the nose, almost pears? A dark and ruby Grenache with your daily recommended value of tannins.
Smooth strawberries followed by love.
And yet there is something a bit quirky about it. Fruit glides smoothly over your tongue then surprises you with mouthwatering acidity that somehow is plush at the same time. It’s like someone who can pull off a sensible pantsuit with a pair of epic stilettos. Or someone with a hat. Anyone with an unnecessary hat has to be a little bit off-center. But in a delightful way.
Just as you are reveling in the berries and forest nymphs dancing over your tongue you swallow and the tannins glue your tongue to the top of your mouth, but only for one brief nanosecond and then the bristles fade into raspberry velvet.
So picture that this wine is a sophisticated brunette in a natty suit who is sporting a fuchsia fascinator and making it work for her.
I hear that Dry Creek Valley is rife with gems like this. I am excited to see what characters I encounter next.
Scrumptious Gruel 