21
May
10

in pursuit of the juiciest wine: day nine

Saint Cosme Cotes Du Rhone 2008As soon as the cork popped from the  Saint Cosme Cotes du Rhone 2008, a bouquet of raspberries flowed out like a genie released from its lamp. I want to drink it now, but I have to drive to the store to get some cheese, crackers, bread, and cherry tomatoes or grapes. Maybe a chocolate pie, too. Tonight, it’s me and the girlfriend hanging out, playing Scrabble, listening to music, and taking an imaginary trip to France, or Cardiff, Wales.

Part of the back label reads:

The galets roulé “rolling stones!” on their red clay give Syrahs strength and intensity. At the opposite, the limestony sands reveal finesse and minerality.

I assume, there is lots of syrah in this Rhone. Maybe it’s all syrah. . . . I just did a little research. It’s 100% syrah. If my memory is correct, syrah originated in the Rhone Valley, so that makes sense. However, I always thought a Rhone was a blend of two or more grapes, like syrah and grenache. . . . I can’t verify the specifics of the blend or if it has to be a blend.

I’m off to walk the dog and go to the store. I’ll be back in an hour-and-a-half or so. Hold on.

. . .

Suite. I’m back. Time to drink!

It’s got a happy purple color especially around the meniscus. It makes me think of lavenders in spring. It smells dark and heavy like it will be Cabernet Sauvignon. Leather, tobacco, earth, dark plums, and juicy cherries. Bing cherries. Like the syrupy ones out of a jar. The ones you put on a sundae. A cherry on top and some peppers down below and the aforementioned in between.

It’s got legs like a Cabernet Sauvignon, too. So alcohol, here I come.

Allons-y.

Finally, I’m going to taste it. It’s dry, juicy, and peppery with a slight sour finish. Lot’s of herbs. The girlfriend says, “Pizza herbs!”

It’s like a thin Cab and dry on the front teeth.

After pouring another glass it has opened up. The dryness isn’t as dominant, and the herbs are really coming out. This is definitely a red-sauce pizza wine. Yeah, I bet if I had pizza this would be really juicy, and it would work its way between the herbs and the sauce. It would become one with the sauce. It’s a zen pizza wine.//


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s


The Cave (Winner of The Bitter Oleander Press Library of Poetry Book Award for 2013.)

The Cave

Poems for an Empty Church

Poems for an Empty Church

The Oldest Stone in the World

The Oldest Stone in the Wolrd

Henri, Sophie, & The Hieratic Head of Ezra Pound: Poems Blasted from the Vortex

Henri, Sophie, & The Hieratic Head of Ezra Pound: Poems Blasted from the Vortex

Pre-Dew Poems

Pre-Dew Poems

Negative Time

Negative Time

After Malagueña

After Malagueña

Enter your email address to subscribe to The Line Break and receive email notifications of new posts.

Join 2,735 other followers

May 2010
M T W T F S S
« Apr   Jun »
 12
3456789
10111213141516
17181920212223
24252627282930
31  

Archives

The Line Break Tweets


%d bloggers like this: