Jeff Grossman
Jeff Grossman
Maybe it is a dead art, after all.
I stumbled across this one, for Ch. Montus, over at CT:
Holy crap!! This is like the entire universe has been condensed into one infinitesimal point of dark matter and put into a bottle and mixed with essence of crushed rocks. Black - and I don't mean slightly dark - I mean black. Absolutely huge nose of granite and all-enveloping darkness. Massive wall of fruit of such density and power - words can hardly describe how utterly and totally huge this is. Is it pleasant? I guess it is in the same way as some folk like take pleasure from being dressed up as gimps and locked in a box. Not port-like in its bigness, there is no flab or sweetness - it is more dense and mineral and structured and smothering in its totalitarian control of your tongue. I can admire the wine making here, but really this wine has such primary and brute presence that it probably has a half-life of 350 millions years. Drink between the years 2308 and 4503.
I stumbled across this one, for Ch. Montus, over at CT:
Holy crap!! This is like the entire universe has been condensed into one infinitesimal point of dark matter and put into a bottle and mixed with essence of crushed rocks. Black - and I don't mean slightly dark - I mean black. Absolutely huge nose of granite and all-enveloping darkness. Massive wall of fruit of such density and power - words can hardly describe how utterly and totally huge this is. Is it pleasant? I guess it is in the same way as some folk like take pleasure from being dressed up as gimps and locked in a box. Not port-like in its bigness, there is no flab or sweetness - it is more dense and mineral and structured and smothering in its totalitarian control of your tongue. I can admire the wine making here, but really this wine has such primary and brute presence that it probably has a half-life of 350 millions years. Drink between the years 2308 and 4503.