Sharon Bowman
Sharon Bowman
So, yesterday night after a hearty bit of tippling, I ordered (quickly, in conversation, flipping open the list) a wine I thought was a pinot noir, which was actually a chardonnay. I mean, hell, you don't think that a 2001 Littorai Mays Canyon is going to be a white. Yet it was, and it was lovely.
But I was frustrated all the same, because I love Ted Lemon's reds, and I wish to try one with age, which I have never been able to. My first ever was drunk in Jenner, at the mouth of the Russian River, and the memory is indelible.
Anyone else drinking these wines?
ETA: In 2008 there were forest fires where he was, and I recall also drinking a rosé made just for that year because the skins were so smoky it was impossible to do red. I love such stories. And it was a curious wine, precursor maybe to future pale California rosés; drunk at the bar at Union Square Café.
But I was frustrated all the same, because I love Ted Lemon's reds, and I wish to try one with age, which I have never been able to. My first ever was drunk in Jenner, at the mouth of the Russian River, and the memory is indelible.
Anyone else drinking these wines?
ETA: In 2008 there were forest fires where he was, and I recall also drinking a rosé made just for that year because the skins were so smoky it was impossible to do red. I love such stories. And it was a curious wine, precursor maybe to future pale California rosés; drunk at the bar at Union Square Café.