Steven Spielmann
Steven Spielmann
Saw that the 2009 was at CSW and realized that I had a last bottle of this still in my stash. Drank it before, during, and after salmon pasta and lettuce/strawberry/almond salad. A wine of beauty. Almost nothing to it but finesse until the end: thin nose so far on the light end of pink that one could almost find something similar on an inoffensive South American chardonnay - though with air and food lifted berry scents poked through; appealing but minimally characterful palate - vague hints of tanninless cabernet, again inoffensiveness. Gives a sense of being well crafted and balanced - but for what?
Then, after you swallow, the rear portion of your tongue comes alive with brilliantly delicate berry fruit. Like spring after winter, the mouth comes alive with the memory of wine. This sensation carries into the next sip, and the next, lifting one's experience of the wine itself to higher and higher - which is not to say in any overtly phenomenological way different - levels.
I don't know what fraction of wine drinkers will ever derive the enjoyment out of a wine like this that it can provide. But if you don't pay attention, you never know what you're missing.
Then, after you swallow, the rear portion of your tongue comes alive with brilliantly delicate berry fruit. Like spring after winter, the mouth comes alive with the memory of wine. This sensation carries into the next sip, and the next, lifting one's experience of the wine itself to higher and higher - which is not to say in any overtly phenomenological way different - levels.
I don't know what fraction of wine drinkers will ever derive the enjoyment out of a wine like this that it can provide. But if you don't pay attention, you never know what you're missing.