St. Helena, Napa Valley, California, USA
At 45 minutes decanted the herbaceous austerity begins its inevitable yield towards eucalyptus and menthol. Simultaneously the skin of the fruit gives way to its flesh. I wish I could taste this wine intravenously.
At 90 minutes in there's a moment of clarity where the theme starts to appear -- it's never in the same place and yet sure of itself -- it's constantly evolving and yet there's a clear identity. It's elusive, on purpose.
At 2 hours open it's difficult not to feel the inspiration... the blue to red to black fruit lens is on full display against a backdrop of stunningly gorgeous and mouthwateringly savory tapestry of mint, cocoa powder, fresh herbs and spices. This is Mark Porembski at his best.
At 45 minutes decanted the herbaceous austerity begins its inevitable yield towards eucalyptus and menthol. Simultaneously the skin of the fruit gives way to its flesh. I wish I could taste this wine intravenously.
At 90 minutes in there's a moment of clarity where the theme starts to appear -- it's never in the same place and yet sure of itself -- it's constantly evolving and yet there's a clear identity. It's elusive, on purpose.
At 2 hours open it's difficult not to feel the inspiration... the blue to red to black fruit lens is on full display against a backdrop of stunningly gorgeous and mouthwateringly savory tapestry of mint, cocoa powder, fresh herbs and spices. This is Mark Porembski at his best.
