Oswaldo Costa
Oswaldo Costa
2008 A.J Adam Dhron Hofberg Riesling Kabinett 7.5%
Peach and wet stone aromas with a hint of something more exotic, like quinine. Light but pleasing weight, a feat for 7.5%. Reminds me of a winemaker in the Douro saying that extraction is not even correlated to alcohol. Off-dry, with decent acidity, that appears higher because complemented by light effervescence that lines the glass walls with very fine CO2 bubbles. This was very fine but I was a little disappointed, perhaps because praise had led me to overexpect, without keeping in mind that this is, after all, a very young $25 kabinett that ably punches above its weight. I don't drink riesling as often as many of you; the last one to rock my world was a 2002 Breuer Nonnenberg. Like the 06 Weinbach St. Catherine from the other day, this was sort of perfect in a way that I found a little boring, like Reese Witherspoon, or how the Venus de Milo might look if she had all her limbs.
Madam Im Adam
Said he to she
Like an Adamant madman
I shall save you from the tedium of paradise
To placate the prelapsarian A-damsel
With forked tongue I savored the Dhron of A.J. Adams ribs
And was forced to flee
To where the rubber meets the macAdam
Peach and wet stone aromas with a hint of something more exotic, like quinine. Light but pleasing weight, a feat for 7.5%. Reminds me of a winemaker in the Douro saying that extraction is not even correlated to alcohol. Off-dry, with decent acidity, that appears higher because complemented by light effervescence that lines the glass walls with very fine CO2 bubbles. This was very fine but I was a little disappointed, perhaps because praise had led me to overexpect, without keeping in mind that this is, after all, a very young $25 kabinett that ably punches above its weight. I don't drink riesling as often as many of you; the last one to rock my world was a 2002 Breuer Nonnenberg. Like the 06 Weinbach St. Catherine from the other day, this was sort of perfect in a way that I found a little boring, like Reese Witherspoon, or how the Venus de Milo might look if she had all her limbs.
Madam Im Adam
Said he to she
Like an Adamant madman
I shall save you from the tedium of paradise
To placate the prelapsarian A-damsel
With forked tongue I savored the Dhron of A.J. Adams ribs
And was forced to flee
To where the rubber meets the macAdam