Sensuously deep, dark blood red, crimson against a dark violet and deeper blackberry juice that oozes, drips from freshly picked fruit squeezed between fingers offering the sort of memorable stain one keeps against well-oiled heart pine floors or worn proudly post a power twirl finding air over the rim settling nicely against a white linen barely buttoned shirt and suntanned skin (I wear this often). A twisting twirl and a deep nose hit after an aerated pour and 15 minutes of glass play reveals seductive, complex well-measured black and blue fruit nicely spiced not unlike a fruit-centric sugarless dessert in the oven sharing the ambient air space with a light chamomile tea. When it slips and slides through your lips its acidic brightness is challenged by its tannic grip slowing its pace as it gingerly feels its way like a first-new cave dive at night memorizing crooks and crannies as blackberry and black plum show their familiar selves against tinges of blueberry, hinting of anise and spice spelunking deeper, further with a mental Kodak moment that hangs, lingers and lulls. I deeply dig this fine wine (hear that with my slight southern accent; works better that way)...🍷🕶
#get some
PS best thing from my Ravenswood buds, in a while;plus, my highest rating, of late. Also, a home wine at 14.6%😎🌀 — 9 years ago
Tj
Tanuj at Marta#get at astor — 4 years ago