Every now and then I decide to get all cheffy and do great stuff. This Monday night, Veterans Day (Ooorah), was one of those days.
It had a distinctly candy-ish artificial taste on the palate and the finish was nonexistent. Thank goodness. I certainly didn’t want to have that lingering in my mouth!
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.
I will admit that some Napa Chards have exceeded the idea of balance in favor of the overdone (“What was that vintage? 2006 Louisville Slugger? Yum!”) With that being said, I’d rather have an overoaked Chard than one that tastes like lemonade laced with pineapple juice. I want WINE, not a melted popsicle.