Chez Mumu and The Buckler Triangle

Sailors and Stargazers have pondered its wonders & whereabouts, its meaning and mystery. Physicists and Philosophers, Mathmeticians and Moguls, all have sought the answer to its riddle. But none has sought harder than The Oenophile. Time and time again The Oenophile feels close, close enough to taste it on the tongue, only to come away unsated, not unlike Jack McGee losing Bruce Banner yet again, to the tune of maudlin piano and a rucksack disappearing in the mist.

Still, The Oenophile searches for the answer, collecting ephemeral clues like snowflakes melting on the tongue.

This one came in a dream; Chez Mumu, Chez Mumu, Chez Mumu the song went, looping in his brain like a sample stitched together over 4 long tub-thumping minutes.

The Oenophile awakes in a cold sweat, dressing rapidly, practiced fingers pulling on clothes robotically; electric shaver in the pocket, wrinkled tie knotted below the showing top button, coffee still too hot to taste.

Would it be this time? Would The Oenophile finally find … The Buckler Triangle?

What is The Buckler Triangle, you ask?

A strange moveable feast of disappearance, a shape-shifting vortex, a black hole to another place; portal to a world unknown, where giants stride with magnums cradled in mighty hands like thimbles full of life-blood.

It happens like this: Someone has an idea; a vision of a gathering. Wine will be drunk, specifically, wine from Ridge Vineyards. These gatherings can happen all over the world, as The Oenophile’s Passport can testify.

The wines often travel great distances as well. In the end, in a spectacle of warm ritual, foils are cut, corks are pulled, glasses are filled. By night’s end, the wines will be gone, disappeared forever, into … The Buckler Triangle.

Not unlike the carnival gophers that magically appear — unexpected, unpredicted — in just the hole you failed to keep an eye on, The Buckler Triangle can seemingly emerge anywhere, at any time, anytime Ridge wines are being poured.

This time, The Oenophile knew, The Oenophile was certain; The Oenophile knew where to finally find The Buckler Triangle. Chez Mumu, Chez Mumu, Chez Mumu …

The bait was extraordinary.

1998 Ridge Dusi Ranch California Zinfandel 14,9% abv

100% Zinfandel

1999 Ridge Dusi Ranch California Zinfandel 14,5% abv

100% Zinfandel

2000 Ridge Dusi Ranch California Zinfandel 14,6% abv

100% Zinfandel

1998 Ridge Pagani Ranch California Zinfandel 14,2% abv

88% Zinfandel, 9% Alicante Bouschet, 3% Petite Sirah

1999 Ridge Pagani Ranch California Zinfandel 14,1% abv

90% Zinfandel, 7% Alicante Bouschet, 3% Petite Sirah

1999 Mazzoni Home Ranch California Zinfandel 13,7% abv

50% Zinfandel, 32% Carignane, 18% Petite Sirah

2000 Mazzoni Home Ranch California Zinfandel 13,7% abv

47% Zinfandel, 47% Carignane, 6% Petite Sirah

1999 Ridge Lytton Springs California Zinfandel 14,5% abv

70% Zinfandel, 17% Petite Sirah, 10% Carignane, 3% Mataro (Mourvedre)

2000 Ridge Lytton Springs California Zinfandel 14,8% abv

80% Zinfandel, 20% Petite Sirah

1998 Ridge Geyserville California Zinfandel 14,1% abv

74% Zinfandel, 15% Petite Sirah, 10% Carignane, 1% Mataro (Mourvedre)

1999 Ridge Geyserville California Zinfandel 14,8% abv

68% Zinfandel, 16% Carignane, 16% Petite Sirah

2000 Ridge Geyserville California Zinfandel 14,9% abv

66% Zinfandel, 17% Carignane, 17% Petite Sirah

1997 Ridge York Creek California Zinfandel 15,3% abv

95% Zinfandel, 5% Petite Sirah

1998 Ridge York Creek California Zinfandel 14,9% abv

88% Zinfandel, 12% Petite Sirah

1999 Ridge York Creek California Zinfandel (Late Harvest) 16% abv

98% Zinfandel, 2% Petite Sirah

2000 Ridge York Creek California Zinfandel 15% abv

88% Zinfandel, 9% Alicante Bouschet, 3% Petite Sirah

The Oenophile is driving. From the radio speakers, the maudlin tinkle of a sway-backed saloon piano. The mist is closing in, wrapping itself around The Oenophile like Eliot’s yellow fog …

The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes,

The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes

Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,

Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,

Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,

Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,

And seeing that it was a soft October night,

Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.

… in The Oenophile’s mind, the loop is beginning. Chez Mumu, Chez Mumu, Chez Mumu …

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Mumu is in fact Mumu of Mumu Les Vignes, a fantastic wine blog written by Mulan Chan-Randel, and she recently ran a post detailing an extraordinary tasting of Ridge wines. Among the guests was our own Dan Buckler. If you wish to visit her blog, and read the full post, please click here. Enjoy, and thank you Mumu!



Categories: Geyserville, Lytton Springs, Press Reviews, Tasting Flights, Viticultural Salmagundi, Wine Blogs, Wine Tales, Zinfandel

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