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Nebbiolo has always been Italy’s wine. No matter what, it seemed as if the grape wanted to stay firmly attached to Piedmont’s hind teat and refuse to be weaned into the new world.
Personally, I have a hard time with Cabernet Sauvignon and Malbec because they are real bruisers. Unless, of course, there's a candlelit, air-conditioned romantic dinner involved...
The first seminar I attended was all about Pinot Noir. There were ten for us to taste and it was hosted by two Master Sommeliers and the winemakers. Was I in heaven or what.
I want to go someplace in 2018. By someplace, I mean not Vegas. Not even (gasp!) California, my go-to wine-guzzling destination.
I, for one, went from "annoyed" to pissed. I don't know who did the editing/abridging, but I'd bet my firstborn that it wasn't Rex Pickett. Sorry, Zach! That was figurative.
We were happily surprised with the quality of the Paso Robles Pinot Noirs. So much so that I found myself thinking: Is there *anything* that Paso can't do?!?
My first “good” Pinot – which occurred before the movie Sideways, by the way - was an epiphany. The color that gleamed with translucent ruby, purple, and flashes of garnet, the nose that danced with roses, cranberries, strawberries, smoke, and cherries, and the experience of pure silk on the palate and a luscious, long, exquisite finish, pretty much ruined me for any other wine. While I can't remember the wine maker, I do remember the experience.
But, as you can probably guess, after a weekend with the grandkids where I did not drink much, I looked forward to having this at home with my feet up and the TV going. Perfect.
When the wine does not have the characteristics that you have come to expect from that varietal then there truly is a Great Disturbance in the Force.
You know those movies that have the slow-motion scenes when something horrible is about to happen?