Now this combination is the essence of food and wine. This why people over millennia have embraced the combination where each one complements and lifts the other, making the whole far greater than the two individual parts. Kinda like 50+50=150.
Unfortunately, that means that sometimes I miss on stocking up on wines that once opened, may not be replaceable. Like this one. Oh well.
There was much spitting and dumping which broke my heart. Okay, so I did more dumping since I’m still uncertain about spitting in public. The dribble issue, you see.
You would have seen the devolution of a quasi-professional tasting into little more than a greedy drink-fest.
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.
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.
You know when you taste a wine with someone and it’s so good that you lock eyes with the other person? Well, this is one of those wines.
As I noted earlier, I didn’t need something from the I-Can’t-Believe-I-Spent-That-Much-For-A-Bottle-Of-Wine cooler. So the Hahn Pinot fit the bill perfectly.
The finish was exquisite, lengthy, and sensual, which gave me a “I’ll have what’s she’s having” moment which the men around me immediately noticed.