Tasting wine is a whole lot like a blind person feeling your face for far too long to "see" what you look like. Feeling this wine with my tongue and cheeks, I at first perceived a gestalt of dried sage, shy green olives, withered twig, a satchel of dehydrated and tart, unripe cherries, moon-harvested autumn cranberry, expired Craisins and straw.
Then, as I bore past the nose circa 45 minutes later, I felt up a minerality of sun-baked slate and parched potting soil (not wet potting soil)
And... just before the cops arrived, I copped another feel about 2 hours later and I beheld more of a wizened menthol and eucalyptus on this, the 2001 clos du val.
The cork broke several times before the very bottom of it ahso very gently came out intact. Phew!
Tasting wine is a whole lot like a blind person feeling your face for far too long to "see" what you look like. Feeling this wine with my tongue and cheeks, I at first perceived a gestalt of dried sage, shy green olives, withered twig, a satchel of dehydrated and tart, unripe cherries, moon-harvested autumn cranberry, expired Craisins and straw.
Then, as I bore past the nose circa 45 minutes later, I felt up a minerality of sun-baked slate and parched potting soil (not wet potting soil)
And... just before the cops arrived, I copped another feel about 2 hours later and I beheld more of a wizened menthol and eucalyptus on this, the 2001 clos du val.
The cork broke several times before the very bottom of it ahso very gently came out intact. Phew!
Aug 24th, 2018
Stags Leap District, Napa Valley, California, USA
