Current Wines
59% Sangiovese & 41% Zinfandel- Oh, let’s applaud this puckish player, a jokey jester, swathed in a paisley-patterned jacket of purple and red crushed velvet, leading a ragtag orchestra in a zinphonic, joyful and cacophonous anthem, coaxing flights of fancy out of his motley band of merrymakers. Notes of black fruits, red berries and cherries, plums, and sassafras fill the chamber, made savory with a dash of salt and cranberry, chai, girded with a soft layer of sandalwood as incense wafts through this illicit three-ring circus. A crescendo of laughter engulfs the mesmerized crowd, while a conga line of spangle-bedecked pixies pass out plates piled with vanilla-iced red velvet cake, all luscious and decadent, on its way to join the baton-wielding, horn-blowing, cymbal-crashing parade of ruffians under the big top!
51% Merlot, 26% Cabernet Franc & 23% Cabernet Sauvignon- The dustiness of cinnabar, the serenity of crushed velvet: this is a song of the earth - all-spice and brambly currants, strawberry, rhubarb, plum and cherry. A crown of fragrant herbs adorns our fleshly hero, who’s hardy with the verve of peppercorn, alive with the auras of mint, sage and oregano, and curiously distracted by a whiff of lavender that leads him to a pinnacle framed in granite and cedar. There, he beckons the gods with a plea for a feast of roasted boar, dusted with fennel and mushroom, that he can share with his temporal companions, who await his ecstatic rune. You are cordially invited to the celebration.
44% Grenache, 35% Mourvedre & 21% Syrah-In the brackish reaches of Tierra del Fuego, a sentinel glides his craft through a foggy bog, along a river thick and blood-red with crimson in the moonlight. Brooding, he is, until drawn by a twinkle just beneath the water’s surface, a shiny bauble emerging from the murky depths, a string of elderberry and sandalwood. He inhales aromas of lavender and rose petal, as the piney forest on the shore looms in shadow. Scents of cola, blackberry, and mocha warm the night air. The landscape allures with spice, a melange of cinnamon, nutmeg, marsala, currants, touch of green olive, strawberry jam and ripe cherry, and vanilla incense. This river-guard, certainly among the most interesting of adventurers, disembarks from his vessel to prepare coals on which to roast a beast, in anticipation of a feast with his lord, a Kahl Drogo riding in from the north with a cavalry of warriors.
Red lace on a grass skirt, dusty garnet chain on a bronzed god. A bit meaty, and thick, a whiff of mocha emitting from the shore of a tropical island. A Polynesian warrior dances a two-step Maori number on the steppes where the sea salt meets the duff of the forest, channeling Jason Mamoa in pukka shells, as he tends to the roasted pig on a spit, calling forth a fire spiced with cinnamon, hard cherry candy, pipe tobacco and blackberry cola. Black olive mingles with cumin and coriander, strawberry fruit leathers. A bit lush with caramel and butterscotch, too, adding to the festive air of a paradise jubilee. Luau-palooza! Book your cabana suite now.
A plucky lothario settles into the fine-grained leatherette, soaking in the nefariousness and intrigue around him. He is a master of this speakeasy, as he entertains acolytes and rivals bidding his good graces. A sassy vixen distracts him with a cocktail of cassis and cola liqueur, a serving of rum-raisin pudding, seductive with blackberry, peppercorn and cedar. He leans into her ear and whispers, “I used to love you then, now I love you again.” A cigarette girl saunters past, trailing sweet tobacco, dried herbs, cherry and plum. The swarthy underworld bosses in the house take to the freshly sanded dance floor to celebrate their illicit and ill-gotten fortunes, raising glasses filled with dusty libations. There is danger afoot, but for now, mirth and merriment.
Pulling back a curtain of red lace and velvet from a window overlooking a garden of orchid and lilacs, she breathes in aromas of dried flowers and hardwood. She will lead a search soon for chanterelles in the afternoon heat. She reaches for a candy drop, succulent and tart, watermelon and raspberry, cherry and strawberry mingled with spice, cola and blackberries, mouthwatering and playful. She thoughtfully anticipates the hunt ahead, steeds pursuing braying hounds, kicking up dust and smoke, lavender and sage, in the hills where snow princesses take refuge from dark queens amid the brambles. To the riders, a toast for their avocation, to the mountain maidens, a toast to their fortitude. Let’s ride, she exclaims.
Noir, but with clarity. There is love in darkness. A beast climbs the tower, seeking a beauty’s comfort. She is awed and rendered speechless by his svelte and sweat. Yes, she has no words, fittingly so, for the beast is fleeting and ethereal, and she knows there is precious little of him to savor. This gnarly creature doffs a heavy robe with silk purple lining and weighs ponderously with the chewiness of walnut meats and ripe blackberry. Plush, and dastardly, too, with perfume of cola and plum, hoisin, grainy leather, cocoa and earth. Herbed with lavender, spiced with cassis, licorice and pepper. Can he reclaim his regal birthright? Will she speak and undo the vexing spell that has trapped him in this bewitching cloth? But she has no words, at least any that will make sense to this dark prince.
A feast, a feast! Make your way into the great hall, where a lordly host bedecked in velvet and leather, a bit sweaty and musky but emanating scents of wild berry, eucalyptus and cinnamon, embraces you in greeting. Fireplaces that could house mastodons glow with smoldering coals, warming the stone-lined manse as you take your seat at a table filled high with roasted lamb, smoked hams, raspberry compotes, plum pudding and blackberry puffs. A boisterous guest befriends you, boasting of his journey to an exotic island, where breezy currents of white pepper and anise swirl amid wafts of moss and fungi: He plans to return any day now, he’ll have you know. Your attention, please! The lord of the manor raises a goblet - a toast! - but you are muted by your new acquaintance’s nonsensical clamor rattling in your head.
