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Wine Love, Love Wine

10 Feb

Okay I just needed to post some sexy wine. Because Valentine’s Day. Which I will be spending on a platonic double date with my best friend and a married couple we hang out with. People surely see us and assume that we are two couples on a date together by nah. My bestie and I are platonic.

I can’t wait. V-day plans with friends are the best. But being friends does not preclude the four of us drinking sexy wines and eating sexy foods and generally having a beautiful time because we all love each other.

So ZIN. I’m a Zinfandel nut. Luv Love LURVE Zin.

Got this in the mail free incidentally but this is like one of ten bottles I feel like speaking of.

And okay this is a Zin/petite sirah/tannat/teroldego blend.

If you are a wine snob shut up. It’s okay. If you judge me talking of this you won’t like it as you’ve decided not to. This wine is not Chateauneuf-du-Pape and shouldn’t be it is just yummy and silky and zippy and fucking-A why not sexy.

Also sexy is not being worried about money. And this wine will not concern you. Have I had wines I would put…oh in another level? Maybe. But whatever. I first encountered Dark Horse at a fave LA restaurant, Mess Hall. That’s suitable pedigree to me.

Then on the podcast we asked peeps for their favorite grocery store wine and Dark Horse came up. Then this bottle showed up and I cracked it and decided it was a wine to share with loved ones.

Dark Horse Double Down Red Blend

Yay. So friend V-day notes. This wine is overwhelming at first and then you want more.

Tasting notes let us go: deep ruby purple to the eye with thick slow tears. Dry, medium acid, medium tannins, medium plus alcohol. Voluptuous body. Dark cherries, raisins, leather, licorice, baking spices and dirt.

Yum dirt.

Finish is medium. It goes on a wee bit but is consistent.

Yum. I’m into it. I’m into affordable numminess.

Love. Sexy full-bodied love.

love you too

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Jura (sic)

14 Jan

Actually it is not a (sic) mainly that’s my way of saying I’m delving back into memoir-editing hell. Am I young to have a memoir? Maybe but read it and you’ll see why I needed one. I’ve journeyed a ways.

Ugh that.

But wine! This wine is from the Jura so named because of the Jurassic epoch. Era? Maybe all this should have (sic) after it indicating I fucked up.

But I did not f up buying this wine from ye olde Garagiste as I do. As always I wish I’d invested in more bottles but I’ll cherish this one. The Jura, lying between Burgundy and Switzerland is where this 2015 Benedicte et Stephane Tissot Arbois Rouge “D.D.” hails from and as such includes the trademark Jura red grapes Poulsard and Trousseau along with perennial fave Pinot Noir.

Color belies taste. It appears ever so slightly cloudy brick fading to garnet red. The minerality and acid explode on the tongue.

It is a work of art that zings on the tongue as if carbonated except it is not. Flavors explode from pastilles and flowers to boysenberry then candied lavendar then cherry with this percolation of green herbs under all. Meanwhile the aforementioned carbonated notes have you wondering if effervescent elves are still dancing on your gums and tongue or maybe you are just drinking an energy drink wine?

Like someone is going to invent an energy drink wine someday right?

It’s where all the Red Bull/vodka drinkers will decamp to next right?

Anyway close your eyes and take a sip of this and you see a slightly blue-toned version of the Dubouef pics on Beaujolais nouveau bottles oh hell you see some sort of floral watercolor then a real life waterfall falls over you and you are energized and relaxed in a way Red Bull never could dream of achieving.

No offense Red Bull at one time I loved you mixed with the Mandarin orange flavored vodka you have a place in every Midwesterner’s young soul somewhere. But I would put a giganto(sic) bottle by that drink era (Epoch?) in my memoir worthy life. And move on to the perfectly phrased “I’ll have the Arbois rouge” time.

I’m here.

It’s good.

Shower wine?

13 Dec

I keep hearing of people who are so busy, so stressed, SO MULTITASKING they are drinking in the shower.

All this seems unnecessary to me? Like I could see tub booze if you are a soaker but…what the hell I was curious if wine in the shower was that delightful.

My consensus was it is. But only because other people said it was. Like only because I’m telling you I found a glass slender enough not to let the shower water in and chilled enough the shower didn’t make it unacceptably warm and wtf why the fuck are y’all ENJOYING booze in the bath?!

I think anything edible should not be in the bathroom. Chocolate in bed?! Ok. Wine in bed?! If you are careful. Wine in the shower? Nah. I cannot endorse.

This message brought to you by a concerned wino.

What’s my name?!

18 Nov

DANG! I squealed when I opened the box holding this. It’s a classy personalized label and I’m a classy broad. Clifford=total class I tell you.

No, I did not get into the wine-making bizzzz. Not yet. But the kindly Gallo people sent me a personalized bottle. This is a dang good gift, methinks. They sent me the Cabernet Sauvignon but you can also personalize Merlot, Chardonnay and Sauvignon Blanc at this site. Pretty inexpensive too–less than twenty! Well shipping will cost a touch more but I digress.

I haven’t opened it yet but when I do I will pour it into my brand-spanking new Riedel glass designed in conjuncture with Louis M Martini Winery to specifically to serve up Cabernet. I’ve always maintained that everything tastes better out of my Zalto Burgundy glasses but I’m willing to open my mind. So hot dang yes this post is extolling the virtues of products sent to me for free but I’ve pleasant past experience with Riedel stemware and really I just love this dark label with my name on it. I haven’t opened it yet. I have opened the Louis M Martini wine that was supposed to go with the glass and I can solidly say they make a yummy wine. And now, a fine wine glass too.

Someday I’m thinking I’ll make my own wine and possibly would use my middle name but for now Clifford looks good to me!

 

Court of Master Sommeliers!!!!

23 Oct


That’s me and a Master Somm!

I passed another test. Intro level of the Court Masters. I got the highest score in the class. Sitting there while they called out the names of everyone else that passed, having a heart attack wondering if somehow I didn’t pass, was scary. But so worth it when they said they saved the person with the highest score for last. I started shaking.

The whole experience along with some words of wisdom from a master somm is all here.

Yayyyyyyyyyyy!

Nothin’ says happy like a girl and her magnum….

6 Oct


Okay so getting personal will sometimes throw you. And sometimes bring out the best! Or maybe it was just my passion for a Zin. Anyway. A friend on the Delectable app has “more wine than we could ever drink” and sent a vintage my way. A magnum no less!

Holy cow 2006 Martinelli Jackass Vineyard Russian River Valley Zinfandel !

I am over bowled by the generosity of the wine community sometimes. Really. I’ve been dwelling in heartbreak half the time of the last month. And the bolstering of the people who love wine like I do has kept me going. And my friends willing to come to my support in person…!

I mean granted I had bottles to pour but they also were willing to stop by just for hugs or to take me to a new fave wine bar where we ordered wines and pretzels with spicy mustard. What the fuck would I do without these people, both online and not?

Not sure.

Let’s talk about this wine. I think mayyyyybe it may have been a smidge past its time. But honestly. I looked. This was a garnet wine. That signifies either nebbiolo or age. I took a whiff: it was all jam and…spice and also…animal? Not being a meat eater I am never sure. But then on the tongue. Jam…but not in a cloying way. Allspice, pepper and nutmeg speak up, as does leather with a VENGEANCE once decanted. Yeah the more time I gave this baby to relax the more it said come chill on my leather sofa and I said fine since it is wine not a sofa. There is a mincemeat quality to this but it is just…RIPE enough I know it is not, say, a grenache. Plus the tannins fuck the tannins are developed and velvety as can be.

This is zin. Fresh zin is all blackberries, jam and cloves with slightly more biting acid and alcohol. This Zin is elderly in a way that has softened the bit. I am taking this zin out to play shuffleboard. I dunno.

So grateful. As were my friends that don’t delve into 11 year old wine every day, much less out of a magnum.

Gonna drink this Zin right outa my wine fridge…

30 Sep


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.