A smattering of tan spots, like Queen Anne’s lace, appear, then slip into the murk. An alar Geist remains, like a smeared mirror. Dried cherries and black currants with ripe huckleberry, dried fig,
cherry tobacco and a touch of licorice, coffee and peeled poppy. Bitter chocolate and dried bing cherries tear an astral hole of arabic in the thick spring veil of dried violets and cloves with a decidedly burnt edge to the currant. Valerian tendencies abound. Dark ghosts that scribble runes through carbon paper. — 6 years ago
Italians inspired by the New World. Ghosts of Sangiovese loom in the back — 4 years ago
This wine has haunted my dreams— shared with friends on New Years Eve and didn’t jot down my tasting notes, but I remember it being wildly full bodied and juicy. — 5 years ago
LM Segal
Rich but mineral-driven, with a nose haunted by an old Yquem. Incredibly expressive and multidimensional, with light tropical fruit, shellfish and neat salinity. Seek this out. — 3 years ago