As 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.
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.//