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omg malbec

So like, it’s Wednesday… time to get wasted, amirite? My roommate recently made a trip to Argentina, and since he knows booze is like crack for me, he was kind enough to return with a bottle of Malbec, wrapped in paper just for me.

“RUTINI”

That’s what it says on the label. Along with “2006″. Oh, and “MALBEC”. There’s more mexican on there but it’s worthless to you. Well, unless you want to know where it was bottled. Which you don’t care about. If you really want to know, it’s a city about 400 miles north and west of where my roommate was on his trip. Feel special because I used a poorly-zoomed google map and my fingers to figure that out for you.

This wine is boss. I’ve been disappointed by so many wines lately. Roughly the last 30 to 40 bottles I’ve had haven’t been exactly what I’ve thought they would be. Oh, they’ve been fine, but they aren’t the delicate blackberry that resonates on my palate, they aren’t the tobacco that sticks to my tongue, they aren’t the leathery fruit that fills my nose. And they CERTAINLY aren’t EVERYTHING THE COLOR SAYS THEY SHOULD BE. This baby is opaque. I haven’t had a wine like this since last spring. I’ve actually been so disappointed by everything I’ve had recently that I took one look at the color and said to myself “this will never be as good as it looks.” The color around the edges looks like the shore of a ruby ocean, with the shallows quickly dropping off into depths unknown. The vapors coming from the ocean were my first hint that this would be a good experience. They were laden with fruit–thick–viscous, even! Dare I say, there was a finish in the bouquet?

So I swirled, I swirled some more, and I finally tasted. Magic! Medium-full body! Good! Red and black fruit! I haven’t tasted it in so long (lies–I’ve been eating raspberries en masse for weeks)! Finish! It finishes like the Nebbiolo I’ve been convincing myself I should be trying in the summer. The tannins are sucking my tongue dry, but only after the fruit delicately fills my mouth–like a wave lapping the shore.

I wish I had a case of this stuff, because it’s exactly what I’ve been looking for.

Oh and, as a sidebar, this is AFTER he checked his bag on over 13 hours of flying with this in it.

Legit, this is all I want to write about this wine, because I need to go drink it in tranquility/dancing and spilling it all over my naked body.

Don’t drop the soap…

Because apparently trying to bribe the handlers of greyhounds into testing out your new “vitamins” with a stipulation that they are not allowed to give said vitamins to any of the other dogs on the track that day, (while wearing a polo shirt with the words “TEAM KUJO” written in sharpie on the back) is considered “suspicious behavior”, my review of this 2008 Wanut City Wineworks pinot noir from the Willamette Valley may or may not be taking place in the local jail. How would this be possible, you might ask? Well, if there’s one thing I’ve learned in college, it’s how to train carrier pigeons to take notes to Malaysian children I keep locked in the basement working on my “secret project” of determining just exactly how many licks it takes to get to the center of a tootsie pop.

They’re crunching numbers.

Get it?

Regardless, this little beauty is everything I could’ve hoped for in an Oregon pinot noir.

Now as many of you may know, part of Burgundy’s success with this particular grape over the centuries is due to the fact that Burgundy rests in a particular climate in France that is balanced on a knife-edge with regard to the grapes coming to their perfect ripeness. Much like any other fruit, when a grape is approaching overly ripe, it can have so much sugar that there is hardly any other distinguishable flavor present. (Imagine an extra-ripe strawberry). Oregon, it seems, has a way of mimicking this Burgundian quality of having a harvest that is almost always dangerously close to the time of year frost sets in over a vineyard, which means the grapes have a long time to sit on the vines and slowly come to maturation, but also that the entire crop could be lost to frost damage if the vineyard manager waits too long before harvesting.

Just as in Burgundy, the wines from truly great years will defy description, and can be counted among the best wines in the world, so is true of Oregon pinot noirs.

This 2008 pinot is a beautiful example of some of the classic burgundy characteristics, with its own little Oregon twist. Though a  bit more fruit-forward than your traditional AOC, the wonderful earthy qualities are by no means lost in this sinfully smooth red. Light in color, medium in body, with a touch of cedar spice and chocolate powder, this pinot is something worth living (or being incarcerated) for.

And as all great wine has a great food behind it, it’s not by any means difficult to imagine this elegant little red being poured with Oregon’s pinot-noir-food-of-choice: wild Alaskan salmon cooked over an open fire.

So ends my wine reviews for the evening.

Oh, and if you get a collect call from me, ACCEPT THE CHARGES.

First Post, First Pinot Gris. Hello Oregon!

Well well well,

It seems only fair that my first post be a wine that I’ve never had before. Surely this won’t be a recipe for failure!

Hold on a minute, I have to go get the wine key.

PSYCH!

This 2006 Adelsheim Pinot Gris is a twist-top, which has become an industry standard for wines from New Zealand and other new(ish) world producers. Oregon, it seems, has been under its own guise since the early 1960s, and is more than content continuing to do things just how it prefers to do them.

Now, it could be because this wine was purchased on the “CLOSEOUT, ABSOLUTELY MUST GO!” shelf of the local liquor store that it, at first, had a nose of “I can’t believe it’s not butter” and cooked pear. However, with a little time and a few swirls, the faux-butter settled down and the true fruit began to come through. Being that this particular winery will induce malolactic fermentation in certain lots of wine that end up being used in the final blend, and an even smaller portion is actually aged in older (read: mostly neutral) oak barrels, the soft oak characteristics will be present, but not overbearing. After a few sips, the pear characteristic comes out of its shell, followed by a nice apple finish. The diacetyl aspects settle down a bit too, which means (thankfully) instead of pears cooked in Country Crock, you get a nice fresh fruit flavor of crisp pear and apple with just a touch of butterscotch which in its own way can be reminiscent of applesauce or even caramel apples.

All in all, this wine is one of the very few examples I have seen thusfar that shows a delicate (and in this writer’s view, appropriate) amount of oak in a new world white wine.

Perhaps when I win the lottery or start feeding greyhounds steroids in their Kibbles ‘n Bits, I will do a summary of Oregon Pinot Noirs.