This is going into full-fledged cold-brew territory, color-wise (aka translucent but brownnnnnnn just barely going into amber and water-white at the rim). It’s pungent with nail polish interlaced with hazelnut vibes on the nose. The palate brings on so much tropicals and florals to the iced coffee cocktail hour. Along with medium-grain tannins and not-burning-but-burn-esque alcohol yielding orange rind romance. Absolutely beautiful and just giving a LOT, so sip slowly. This bottle lasts, or at least it can. If you have the discipline (I thought I would, and enjoyed a part solo then killed the rest with a date as one does). — a year ago
Another bottle I forgot to get a picture of in situ. Made from Tinta Negra in canteiro. A caramel glaze about to burned brown color, veering into golden brown at the rim. Utterly mouthwatering (and I should say nose quivering) aromas of caramel, brown sugar, sugarcane, molasses, coffee, and dark chocolate, plus a hint of earth and smoke. It is sweet, oh yes, it is, but the acid is bracing. The palate confirms the nose with the addition of caramelized grapefruit, figs, dates and cocoa. Geez Louise, it’s good. Almost cola on the finish. — a year ago
Translucent cold brew color, rather pungent citrus and roasted pecan nose. Yum already. Then medium sweet, deeply caramel more pecan on the palate. This wine feels like family and that’s not just my Austin-grandparent-pecan-picking nostalgia. It’s so friendly but capable of throwing you for a loop—how high is that alcohol? (19.5 abv)) but WHAT sort of kernel/nut elements are they and are they STILL judging where I went to school? These pecan-savvy questions fade as elegant smoky elements wave through to tell you it doesn’t matter so long as you graduated. It keeps you on your toes and keeps you looking towards more time together. — a year ago
Hiiiii the nuttiness is so pronounced until you get deep dark blackberry jam bits—just a tad—conjuring PBJ sandwiches. But the body is the ultimately mid-weight. Then comes toffee. And caramel. All the smoky cooked sugars you can imagine with a hit of VA pleasantly enlightening all. — a year ago
Ellen Clifford
Whoopsies forgot to take a picture of the bottle at the tasting so yay handy booklets I took notes in to the rescue. Thirty-one years in French oak! Almost vanilla paste, vanilla flower and candied white currant nose. Coffee, caramelized nuts, candied orange peel, and fresh lemon rind on the palate with cutting acid. All this courses through the finish but with toast. Gimme some more. — a year ago