‘Twas The Night Before First Friday …

Tomorrow is the day.

The big day.

The big First Friday day.

And I have visions of Ridge wine dancing in my head.

I have the 2007 Monte Bello Chardonnay dancing in my head.

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I see its bold, golden hues in the bowl, I see the meticulous glides of its legs down the sides …

I smell its honey-warm come-on, the seasonal ecru, the mineral, the yeast, the sweet hazel cream …

I taste its balance — impeccable — its structure — in focus — its gravitas, depth, and complexity …

I savor its autumn exotic, I savor its wintering comfort …

I have the 2010 Geyserville dancing in my head.

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I see its ruby-red hues sparkling in crystal; I see its crimson threads running elegantly down the bowl; I see magenta in its halo …

I smell its farmer’s market basket of fruit; bright with raspberry, cherry, and spry little plums. I smells its spices, its bramble, its minerals…

I taste its round mouthfeel, its plush, spreading juice, its lifted and fresh, sly decadence…

In the finish, the linger, as languid as post-loving bliss; I taste its rich, red largesse …

I have the 2006 Estate Cabernet dancing in my head.

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I gaze deep in its robicund countenance, and I see alive people … I see earth, and a rufescent halo, I see sunset’s florid vermillion …

I smell forest, and mystery, and magic, and mountain; the rustic elixir, acidity, mineral …

I taste lush striation, the round rings of history, the bark that is so much very better than bite …

I taste black fruit and elegance, and linger in black herbs and herbal abundance …

The coolness of acidity balanced to tannin, the leanness of spice balanced to fruit, the balance of alcohol balanced to juice, the fineness of structure balanced to breadth, the flash of the high-tone, the flesh of the low …

I have the 2009 Monte Bello dancing in my head.

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I smell the regal stitched in to the richest of fabrics …

I see the holy sewn in to the deepest of robes …

I taste the magical wedded in braids of fine wonder …

I linger, in love, the ineffable peace …

The black fruit and black herb beguiling aromatica …

The eucalyptal, cool-climate beguile …

The limestone and yeast, the dried fruit and pepper …

The anise, the fennel, the chicory …

The perfection of grape in perfect land harmony, spilt into decadence, splashed into glass, split into now and forever …

I have the 2010 Lytton Estate Petite Sirah dancing in my head.

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The capacious complexity, the heliotrope halo and mulberry middle, the muscular solemnity of deep, sensual darkness …

The weight, the languidity, the power and passion, the soulful low moan of the baritone …

The umami umami, the savory savor …

The chalk and the powder, the crushed rock and talcum, the tannin, the beams, and the girders …

I see the baroque, and I smell the romantic; I taste the deep power of renaissance …

This linger must last me forever …

‘Twas the night before First Friday, and visions of Ridge wine, alive in my head …



Categories: Cabernet Sauvignon, Chardonnay, Events & Photographs, Food & Wine Pairing, Geyserville, Monte Bello, Petite Sirah, Santa Cruz Mountains Estate, Special Offerings, Tasting Events/Opportunities, Tasting Flights, Tasting Notes, Varietals & Blends, Viticultural Salmagundi, Wine & Food Pairing, Wine & The Holidays, Wine Clubs, Zinfandel

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