Thin brown amber with yellow edges. Looks like a 15 year-old Pinot. Smells like a 15 year-old 5 dollar pinot that’s been hanging out its whole life on the top shelf of a liquor store in Bakersfield. Effusive burnt fruit, electrical fire, commercial carpet, diaper-pail and bad hippie tea spiked with stevia and barley-malt. Nose like a Mr. Pibb left out in the sun for a week, but still managing to pack a bit of heat. Alcohol on this HAS to be North of 15. Miserably oxidized, reeking of prune juice and truck-stop restroom–gee I can’t WAIT to taste it.
Fiveyear-old Grenache that is gone? Really Paso? How embarrassing. The rest of the world makes Grenache half this price in their SLEEP that will last twice as long. Hi-AL wines don’t age. Period. End of conversation. A wine like this would be fun to review upon release. Maybe I’ll go find a fresh one tomorrow. I PROMISE everything contributing to this bottle’s downfall is readily apparent in a new release. And don’t give me that whole “2011 Paso was a bad vintage” whiny bullshit. If you can’t make Grenache in California which can’t last 5 years, you need to find a new hobby.
In the mouth, burn. Like chewing on the dash of your car. Popcorn. Fairbanks White Port. The artificial shredded-tire bullshit they put in playgrounds for the helpless enabled dirt-allergic children of people who drink wines like this. Watery alcohol with herbaceous burn. Cayenne pepper stirred into 7-UP. Finish like pancake syrup. Congratulations Paso, this is the worst wine I have had in MONTHS. No, this YEAR. Handily.
2011 AUSTIN HOPE Grenache Hope Family Vineyard Paso Robles 15.0