Friday Night Threesome

Gaseous poopy nose requiring a desperate search for fruit, and when you do it is raisiny and rum-tainted. Pond-water covers an odd woodsy burn I suppose could possibly be American oak, and then you taste it.

Bitter tincture of moldy fruit onto which a kerosenic salve has been cheerily applied, rendering this buggy syrup somewhat below average for all but the die-hard Zin freak–and then I suppose the thin cherry might be considered “charming” and the burning finish “classic”.

It’s FAR from the worst Zinfandel I’ve had in my life, and in its defense it suffers almost none of the crimes frequently committed under the all-atoning banner of “Old Vine”. I’m being too hard on this wine. This wine is probably a step in the right direction from the 16-7, 17-2 Paso Robles and Lodi bullshit-mobiles the 99% go to Zinfest for and I should probably embrace that step but we’re not here to discuss also-rans or concessions. We’re here to discuss good wine. It makes my brain hurt in my mouth ache and THEY are what write the blog, not my common sense.

2014 SIVAS-SONOMA Zinfandel Old Vines Sonoma County 15.0
donsebastianiandsons.com

Eucalyptus in the nose.
Eucalyptus in the mouth.
Calling all koala bears.
This is your jam.
Please floss.
Are you filthy like trash-pandas?
This is not haiku.
Poetry is hard.
It’s stupid wine.
The end.
I love you.
One of these lines is not true.

2013 HARVEST MOON Cabernet Sauvignon Dry Creek Valley Sonoma 13.0
harvestmoonwinery.com

Garnet doesn’t lie. Fairly decadent yeasty has-been cherry with generous vegetal and fat dollops of jalapeno and wet carpet. I think it is important to note there is an obvious spritz.

A European bistro food-wine in the mouth if there ever was one. Eating micro-thin pizza at midnight in the plaza inside plastic screens this is the bottle I want. Ordering falafel at 2AM in the drizzle while people try to grab your wallet, there are no complaints about this bottle. Even here–in California–with crispy-skin herbed chicken drumsticks and beets & potatoes in a celeriac-Gorgonzola sauce, I’m having a hard time being too critical.

Cellar floor combats the thin cheap fruit, but the pencil-lead cravings of aching minerality and acid prop everything up into the nice, calm, thin-fruited finish. This is textbook bistro right here, folks. All the patina, all the spice, non-combative fruit, the right cost and the inability to insult anyone.

2015 CERRO DEL DUCA Aglianico DOP Sannio Campania Italy 13.5
notonthislist.com

I won’t give scores, but wrap-up? The Aglianico punches a lot of buttons, and somewhat playfully delivers the goods.  The Zin is not a *horrible* wine, and would do in a pinch, but is shallow in its boringness.  The Cab is undrinkable.

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