I’m Not Drinking Any Fucking Merlot

Dark ruby.  Funky rich and fantastically vegetal, wet dog, green beans and maple syrup. Rich and decadent with way more concentration in the nose than I expect to see in Bordeaux at this price point–it almost approaches California levels, but it doesn’t smell like Napa at all… Sonoma maybe a bit? Sweet mascarpone green tea dessert-like atmosphere surrounds the entire nose, with cola spice bringing a tight injection to the party. It honestly is a little bit too ripe concentrated for me, but this would be a ridiculous winner with most Californians. Serious dirty clay mud rises up late breathing, adding another salient item to the list of likes.

In the mouth, clean and bright and stupidly tight, WAY tighter than you expect from the nose: all your Bordeaux hopes and fears come alive the split-second you taste it. Then you go back to the nose and sure enough all that dark burnt rubber is still there soiled with creamy Dr. Pepper. And back to the taste: tense tense and sprightly acidic, no fruit clamoring for attention at the forefont here, no flabby excess, just dense bitter wonderful tannins clasping horrifically to the core of cherry maraschino and black walnut. I wasn’t going to drink any Merlot tonight but, looks like I screwed up.

2015 CHEVALIER DE SABY ME/CF 80/20 St-Emilion Bordeaux France 14.0

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