Wine Reviews

This was a wow! I definitely need to set the scene here. Please imagine yourself waltzing knee-deep through meadow flower, high in the German alps, care-free.

The mountain breeze is a quieting sussuration, brushing the meadow grass. And a honey bee bustles past.

Held in sunlight, the dewy golden nectar clings to the glass. The nose is subtle, with a nod to the sweet meadow.

And now I ask you to imagine how the honey bee’s magic can be captured in a bottle of wine.

Even with a sip, there is a full mouth feel of honey nectar. Even ice-cold, the flavor has warmth, a delightful contrast. The floral bloom starbursts on your palate with an infusion of honey-dew melon, sweeter pineapple , passion fruit and dry apricot, your palate glazed and happy.

Was ever a glass so treasured!?! As the glass warmed, a whole new flavor profile poured forth, the character emphasizing more tropical fruit.

Sip by grateful sip, I sit quiet in my flowered meadow, and let nature envelope me, and I meditate on the honey bee’s craft.

A.B.

What a lover!!! This mature lady is very playful, and her translucent purple body with lacquered purple fingernails hint of the evening to come.

Her perfume is discrete, underlying a slightly earthy core. In this circumstance I would prefer a bit more perfume, maybe we have to undress her a little bit before we notice.

As our lips touched, I could sense rose petals and plum florets, and a bit of ground glass and dry clay come in at the end.

And then we embraced with more intention, and the raisin, prune and cherry cordial hit home but still with some dry earth texturing the finish.

This was no hors d’oeuvre, but definitely worthy of the main course. She would not lead me past the dining room however, the privacy of a bedroom finish reserved for a more special vinous encounter.

But I relish and look forward to another rendezvous :-)

A.B.

Quality cork tends to influence me a little bit. The wine had stained inky and it had a lovely fruity sniff, harbinger of a good nose!

So I looked her in the eye and she had that wonderful dark bottomless purple black color. Dark enough to have a bit of charcoal on the edge. I was getting even more excited about the coming testing taste!

She was a little thin on nose. Had a flinty nose, like a cold stone basement. Not undaunted, I was obliged to bubble it over my lips and tongue several times...and a steady

friendship developed with Miss Obsidian.

Bear With me now... I think a curious

combination of gooseberry with a dash of

cranberry with a background flinty finish,

again. She was kiss you quick and she was gone though, not much lingering sweet whisperings. Obliged to sip a little more :-)

A.B.

Author: IM

Like so many of my fleeting summer romances, each sip of this honey-toned wine starts with a fairly sweet fruit-forward flirtation and finishes with a slightly pungent mineral deposit in the back of my mouth. The bitter taste lingers for a moment of self-reflection and pity, but once subsided has me

unexplainably craving another sip of the

apricot-apple-lime perfumed sweet

concoction. With every sip, I ask myself the usual questions:

where is this going?; can I see myself taking this out on the town to my favorite byob?; Is this worthy of meeting my friends or parents?

Sadly I know the answer to each of these

questions is inevitably 'no', and yet I still take sip after sip, self-sabotaging with the continued cycle of short term pleasure followed by a lingering unfulfillment that l discussed ad nauseam with my therapist years ago.

Although I enjoyed our time together, I'm searching for something more, and ultimately this was just another notch in the ol' wine rack...it was fun while it lasted

but don't be surprised when I see you out and don't remember your name.

We’re in the mountains of Jackson Hole and I’d have to say the mountain flora has influenced me yet again and I saw some lovely purple lavender in this glass, just like I saw on Wildflower Trail but these were deep in penetrating colors with an inky look to the wine….and I am interested!

I think I got a lot of mountain air in my face today because the nose got blown away and it didn’t sniff much, but maybe I was used to the delicate wildflowers on the mountain.

Unshaven mountain man that I have become this week, I’m surprised I am not presently swilling beer, so it was tough to delicately trail the wine across my lips and palate but what a nice surprise I got! Bit of citrus upfront and there’s been so much sage brush that I’m sure I’m tasting sage, whatever sage might taste like, and now you know this may not be sage advice.The slightly unripe lemon zest transitioned into slightly unripe strawberry and, yes huckleberry! But slightly unripe huckleberry and sweet jammy fruit coming later as a afterthought.

The finish came quickly, the sage brush and lemon grass predominating with a little bit of crushed mountain granite gravel. It was definitely the red river of wine flowing down the mountain stream that became the babbling brook of a very refreshing red.

A.B.

Bit of a rusty ring around the glass, garnet more than ruby. The Italian barnyard cometh.

In inhaling, shallow and deep, I found myself wallowing in the midst of the mulch drop, right next to the stables. A whole heap of grass cuttings and forest floor weed-whackings. Hmmm.

First sip is very bright.

Unripe cherries. Green machine smoothie comes to mind. Small, unripe green and red fruits. Cucumber, mint, petit pois, crisp, raw green bean. I was expecting a buxom lady to greet me, but found she was a flapper. But the mouth feel evolved, and deeper red fruits emerged and blended. Passion fruit and rambutan; and a wave of green strawberry and plum. Our girl was a conversationalist. She moved and postured and remained interesting, with commentary on all tasting fronts. Where she showed superior nous was the admixture of mineral. I was so focused on the fruit blend, that I had not noticed the garnet crystal-cut pendant hanging on her decolleté. There might have been some powdered brick, red earth suffused in the wine that really created complexity more than balance. So much to say.

We sat down and enjoyed each others company, though though the wine left me wanting. I kept getting distracted by that swinging garnet…

AB

Author: AB

We are in the wine cellar again with the oak paneled walls. It’s dark and moody so the mood is set and our tasting tools are ready! We look at the glass and I just see some lavender—- it looks like a red wine reduction, at the thin stage still and being an Italian lady of wine nobility, who knows what moodiness we are about to receive.

Since we were ensconced in the corner we sniffed noisily. Sure, I nosed some young fruit, but the more I sniffed, the more I felt like I was gently inhaling the lady’s pheromones. I ran my finger down the long neck of the bottle to feel that gentle curve. I couldn’t quite figure out what I was smelling, but it was intoxicating. It was a roomy, subtle spice, and through the mist of her perfume, she looked at me with bedroom eyes.

I needed to sip this many times before I could figure out something to say. It was like a college smooching session— just kept going…

I think she had some Kiwi hairspray on her, on first taste. Arugula flavors dampened my ardor, saved by some tart bright red raspberries, crushed, blanketing my palate. There was a granite structure to her, maybe a granite cutting board on which the evenings herbs and spices, a whole tumble of them, had been finely diced. But we only kissed, and happily, the lipstick stain memories linger on. Time to replay the memory reel…