Karen Goetz
Karen Goetz
12% alcohol, stored since original purchase of new vintage. Tasted one day after removing from cellar storage.
Bouquet is stony, pissy, greeny-yellow metallic (old brass), black-lined yellow hornet's ass (if you placed the tip of your tongue against the sharp tip of the hornet's butt); limey yellow wet stones in moonlight; a distinctly angular note that insists upon submission. Color is old gold; lazy yellow metal, limpid; sunlight trapped in ice. Taste is wet brass and pine needles (crushed); fairy tale brass, like Alice locked out of the Red Queen's mansion, rattling the gates; old honey painted across the positive and negative poles of a batttery and then touched with your tongue; petillance is there as figments of the imagination, or like fossils almost uncovered; acidity tickles the back of my tongue and causes juiciness in my mouth. Leftover bouquet in the glass is sharp crusted very brown sugar and rhubarb pie.
I am trying this on a Christmas Eve Day while contemplating cleaning my house, perhaps not wisely. I also tasted a white organic Tamari that I drizzled over my orange Hubbard squash, preparing it for later, and this wine was sharp and good with the aftertaste of the tamari, lovely and interesting new knowledge. I also found that the aftertaste of black coffee marries well with a sip of this particular wine, while simple biscotti clashes terribly.
Hopeful Holidays to all, seeking optimism and cheer.
Bouquet is stony, pissy, greeny-yellow metallic (old brass), black-lined yellow hornet's ass (if you placed the tip of your tongue against the sharp tip of the hornet's butt); limey yellow wet stones in moonlight; a distinctly angular note that insists upon submission. Color is old gold; lazy yellow metal, limpid; sunlight trapped in ice. Taste is wet brass and pine needles (crushed); fairy tale brass, like Alice locked out of the Red Queen's mansion, rattling the gates; old honey painted across the positive and negative poles of a batttery and then touched with your tongue; petillance is there as figments of the imagination, or like fossils almost uncovered; acidity tickles the back of my tongue and causes juiciness in my mouth. Leftover bouquet in the glass is sharp crusted very brown sugar and rhubarb pie.
I am trying this on a Christmas Eve Day while contemplating cleaning my house, perhaps not wisely. I also tasted a white organic Tamari that I drizzled over my orange Hubbard squash, preparing it for later, and this wine was sharp and good with the aftertaste of the tamari, lovely and interesting new knowledge. I also found that the aftertaste of black coffee marries well with a sip of this particular wine, while simple biscotti clashes terribly.
Hopeful Holidays to all, seeking optimism and cheer.