In between there will be roaming the California coast from Santa Barbara to Solvang, Paso Robles to Monterey. My cameras and notepads are at the ready, and I’m jonesing for adventure.
This is one of the most expansive wine trails, but once you’re in “the neighborhood,” you don’t have to go far to get to the next one. In a word, Explore!
People, like grapes, come in all colors. And like grapes, can sometimes be surprising with their personalities, characteristics, and the way that other people perceive them.
It tasted like cherry soda that had passed by a wine barrel while picking up nuances of Skittles.
Well, now that the end of the world is nigh, I figured that I may as well find something that’s worth drinking while the Earth is exploding (or we’re being invaded by aliens, Zombies have attacked, the waters have flooded the desert, blah blah blah. Or whatever).
Paso Robles has the best Zinfandel. Period. Everybody else is fine, but for a full appreciation of this singularly American-style grape, Paso Robles has everyone beat. By a mile. (yes, yes, I know. Primitivo. I got it.)
I’m going to be 60 my next birthday. Do I want to spend a gazillion dollars for a wine that will be good enough to drink in ten or more years, possibly “peaking” in 25? Uh. No.
The fifth annual HenderZIN was held, as usual, at the parking lot at Khoury’s at 9915 S. Eastern in Henderson. OF COURSE I had to be there! Of course I had to take pictures! Of course!
I’m a Paso Robles Zinfandel fan, and I grabbed some popcorn as I prepared gleefully for the carnage. Paso Zins were going to kick some serious Napa butt, right? But as I read through the article – with horror, I might add – that was not to be. Not because Paso Zins were bad. They just weren’t invited to the party.
What’s interesting – at least to my eyes and is the complete antithesis of American White Zin producers – they are using a green bottle and though I’ve only been able to look at it in pictures, the wine actually looks, well, *white*!
Only a certifiable lunatic would bring an old Zin to the Zin Fest where there are multiple wines that could easily smack it down. It took someone having a brass pair to do this, but when I saw “the poster,” I knew that Doug was the guy.
It wasn’t just because of the wines – although that had a lot to do with it – but it was because of the Wild Game BBQ that Augie hosted. So it was our stomachs that made the decision for us.
What a shock, right?
The Wineaux Guy and I did some reviews of Zinfandels and other wines while there, and we did one-minute commentaries on the various Zins that we tasted at the Grand Tasting. But the most memorable part of this is the hat.