I’ve spent some time reading the varying opinions of winemakers, wine growers, bloggers, columnists, ad nauseum, and finally decided to jump into the fray myself.
Karma’s a bitch. But she’s only a bitch if you give her reason to be. I think Karma’s going to have a great time with these three clowns.
I won’t name any names, but I recently spoke with a Master Sommelier whose lip actually curled (!!!) when talking about Paso Robles Cabs. Was that a sneer or what?!?
You would have seen the devolution of a quasi-professional tasting into little more than a greedy drink-fest.
As I used to tell my friends about my working as a barback, it was the hardest work I ever did for minimum wage in my life.
While the visit to Caesar’s was pretty horrific – in fact, I haven’t returned – the one jewel was the glass of Calera Pinot Noir which was presented to me to make up for all of the Wine Fubars they had committed.
While whether I’m actually nuts or not may be a topic of endless debate…
One month later, I finally decided to taste it. Had to let it *age,* you know.
Do you think I’m going to say bad things about a well-made example of my favorite varietal? I think not.
I’ve been fortunate enough to taste a Riesling that was nearly 30 years old, and it was glorious. A deep, rich gold with flavors of honey and octane. Delicious.
Since my years of spring chickenhood are far behind me, I decided to cap the “aging” time frame at about ten years. Seems reasonable.
Yours truly isn’t completely innocent of wine overspeak, by the way. I vaguely recall – in the pre website-getting-hacked days – describing a Pinotage as “pugilistic.”