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The concept of the Wine Spectator Grand Tour is pretty simple: showcase over 240 90+ point wines to ravening oenophiles. Period.
Surprisingly smooth and velvety for a Petite Sirah, it was deep, dark, and brooding, and didn’t do our teeth any favors.
Remember maps? Those were the big paper things you consulted before the days of “Hey Siri, give me the directions to Walmart.”
These containers are reconfigured into shops, bars, restaurants, and even a wedding chapel.
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.
While I did not rant (you would have been soooo proud of me!), I did point out that this minuscule bottle of White Zin is not the same thing as a Rosé from the Loire, even if they are the same color.
The first problem that I had to address was my singular, well-known ability to get lost in a small room. I call it being directionally challenged. The Wineaux Guy™ calls it hopeless.
I chose the Thomas Keller five-hour method. What was the result? Orgasmic.
This wasn't a one-time, in-one-sitting tasting. This turned out to be a three-day adventure for him and a nearly identical adventure for me. And most of it's 'cause we don't know everything we should know about Mourvèdre. But we do know just enough to be dangerous.
I was done. There was nothing left. I cried uncle. Generous servings along with delicious wines had done me in.
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