Sharon Bowman
Sharon Bowman
Paris drizzle welcomed me into its damp arms this morning after 10 days in broad-skied New York. (Shoot, I'm starting off on a Homeric foot, but my tale promises to be far more bourgeois.)
One priority while in the US was to consume wines not found here. (The range is wide: just not French.)
2007 Seghesio Sonoma County Zinfandel - dark, pitchy black, a nose offering a mess of mixed spices thrown on the floor and stomped over. On the palate, bramble and pepper and thickness. I liked it, though I knew it would get me drunk in approx. a glass and a half. Very good with some seared meat (unfortunately, I was eating wild mushroom risotto).
2006 Dashe Zinfandel "L'Enfant Terrible" - woah, who put the word Zinfandel on a bottle of carbonic, fruity, snappy, unstable, hipsterish bojo/burg drink? This perky offering was fascinatingly wrong, and of course, so wrongly right. I drank two bottles of it during my New York stay (yes), and the second time was the charm: following up a more foursquare cabernet, it was exuberant, fascinating, and utterly unlike any other zinfandel I have tasted (si, si, I have tasted a few).
Now to wow the Paris crowd with the bottle SFJoe so cunningly slipped into my luggage.
One priority while in the US was to consume wines not found here. (The range is wide: just not French.)
2007 Seghesio Sonoma County Zinfandel - dark, pitchy black, a nose offering a mess of mixed spices thrown on the floor and stomped over. On the palate, bramble and pepper and thickness. I liked it, though I knew it would get me drunk in approx. a glass and a half. Very good with some seared meat (unfortunately, I was eating wild mushroom risotto).
2006 Dashe Zinfandel "L'Enfant Terrible" - woah, who put the word Zinfandel on a bottle of carbonic, fruity, snappy, unstable, hipsterish bojo/burg drink? This perky offering was fascinatingly wrong, and of course, so wrongly right. I drank two bottles of it during my New York stay (yes), and the second time was the charm: following up a more foursquare cabernet, it was exuberant, fascinating, and utterly unlike any other zinfandel I have tasted (si, si, I have tasted a few).
Now to wow the Paris crowd with the bottle SFJoe so cunningly slipped into my luggage.