Mexican was busy dodging El Immigracion this week, so asked us to take over his beer reviews until the coast was clear. Sure, we’ll do some beer reviews. Snicker, snicker. Well, it’s our space now, and we’re doing wine. See, back in the day, Spud and I had something of a… reputation in the world of fine wine. I will not go so far as to say a good reputation, but still. Anyway, although we have walked away from the world of wine judging, reviewing, writing, and in my case making, we still are passionate about it and really enjoy pulling out gems for ourselves and appreciative friends.

As pretty serious/non-serious wine drinkers, Spud and I would have a ritual now and then of a Cull Party. Like many people on the fringes of celebrity in the wine world, we end up with odd bottles which linger around our cellars, no real occasion to bring up and drink. So to clear the shelves, we have a mass tasting and try to describe the aspects which caused those bottles to be marooned in the first place. One strict rule- you have to actually put the wine in your mouth and swallow it. Just sniffing is not allowed.

Some of these bottles were donated by you fine people, so if you see one in there that you brought, enjoy the fun.

Non Vintage Bully Hill Chardonnay Riesling “Fusion”– 60% Chard 40% Riesling from the Finger Lakes. There’s a distinct aroma of freshly shorn sheep wool from around the vaginal region, mingled with rotten fruit. The taste is reminiscent of post-apocalyptic Skittles. The finish was mercifully short.

2009 Ridge Lytton Viognier – Viognier is the premium white wine grape from the northern Rhone Valley, where it yields amazing wines like Condrieu and Chateau-Grillet. So of course people from California are trying to make it work there. Basically, it doesn’t, nor does Viognier normally age well. So here’s proof of both contentions.

One of the disadvantages of living in this area is how quickly things mold; bread or rolls have a bout 2 days before the blue beard starts growing. And if, perchance, one left an apple pie out, really letting the mold and rot set in, you’d have the aroma of this wine,  with a strong whiff of dusty linoleum thrown in. And sipping it caused Spud to do some loud yelling. “OH, IT’S IN MY MOUTH! IT’S LIKE A PRISON RAPE!!! ohhhhh NO! THAT WAS… not good.” Tragically long finish.

2012 Chambourcin Hopewell Valley, NJ: When swirled and sniffed, this wine combined all the essences of New Jersey in a glass- oil refineries, chemical companies, decaying Mafiosi, Chris Christie’s FUPA perspiration… The amazing thing happened when drinking it: it had shockingly little flavor.

1987 Chateau La Louviere (Pessac-Léognan, Bordeaux) – I smell dead people.

Spud went back to it a half hour later and sipped. “I… should not have done that.”

This point of the tasting caused us to segue into a discussion about broken penises. OK, we were approaching some legal limits. And that leads us to the 2019 Talon Winery Wingspan Red (Grand Valley, CO) with the classic pickle jar and chocolate smell from American oak, in fact, it’s almost a dead ringer for Silver Oak (a very expensive Napa Cabernet). Then I tasted it. In the mouth, it is what I would use to teach someone what a fine tannin is (“Not this.”).

1989 Ridge Jimsomare Cabernet (Santa Cruz, CA)- Spud sniffed it and started screaming, “OH DUDE! OH FUCK!!! DUDE!! OH FUCK!!!”

“How am I gonna put this in my mouth?”

He did.

“It’s actually OK tasting. It’s like eating a skanky pussy, ya just hold your nose and it’s all OK.” Why do the bad ones always seem to have such a long finish?

Non Vintage Forestedge Winery Rhubarb Wine (Laporte, MN)- I’m not actually sure what this wine is made out of. Certainly not just rhubarb. And really, how fucking drunk and addled would you have to be to think, “Know what would be a great idea? Yep, make some wine from rhubarb, yessir!” But someone was and did. And shouldn’t have.

1990 Asiago Cellars Zinfandel (Santa Cruz)-

Nose: Death and decay ride the winds this day.

Palate: Darkness. Despair. Madness…

 

Fuck this, I need a drink.