Finding a wine dinner entitled "1000 Miles of Pinot Noir" did something to my Pinot Noir-loving soul that made me stand up and emote. Let's just say that I, the Pinot Ho, had a moment.
The addition of a year in oak gives the same grape more of a Malbec-esque or Syrah-like character (yeah, I know they're different, but work with me here).
One of my fondest childhood memories is waking up on an early weekend morning to the aroma of frying bacon, the sound of the toaster popping up crunchy slices, and the intoxicating scent of percolating coffee.