The transcendent moment came when I sampled their exquisite Auslese, Beerenauslese, Trockenbeerenauslese, and Eiswein. Yes, I had them all. Don't hate me because I'm Prüm.
For many years, Nevada wines were known for their relentless mediocrity - they seemed to be White Zinfandel wannabes - and there wasn't much that the serious wine person could glean from them other than a collective meh.
It isn't a world-changing wine, but it is one of the few California Sauv Blancs that I actually like. This is easily another Ernest Hemingway wine.