It's entirely possible that I bought this bottle of wine because it is from Rockpile. What a fantastic name for a wine appellation! Is it evocative of what it really looks like? Don't know, never been there. But I did buy the wine at the Mauritson flagship vineyard in Dry Creek Valley. (I'm really raiding my Sonoma stash these days!)
The wine is inky violet in the glass, deep enough to be called opaque. The aromas are dominated by oak, manifesting as vanilla and milk chocolate. I'm not getting much fruit beyond blueberry pie. Not that I'm complaining. In the mouth, there's a lot more fruit - stewed blackberry, more blueberry, and sweetened black currants. And there's a lot of oak, but in balance with the fruit, the acidity, and the slightly scratchy tannins. The only thing out of whack here is the alcohol (I sense a pattern here amongst the recent California wines I've tasted - shocking). It's got to be at least 14.5% pecent. I've had ports that burned my lips less. But, just like doing squats and lunges hurts like hell, it's a good kind of hurt. I really like this wine.
Vintage: 2008
Region: Rockpile, Sonoma
Grape: Syrah
Price: $38
Soroban, it seems, is sort of a Japanese abacus. It has little to nothing to do with this blog, wine, or any of my adventures therein. I just found the word in "The Highly Selective Thesaurus for the Extraordinarily Literate" by Eugene Ehrlich and...liked it. Perhaps words are to be savored like wine - for their look, their weight, and how they feel in your mouth.
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Friday, July 22, 2011
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