Easily lost in cranberry sauce, vin de bordeaux of Bacchaus left lightly dry and heavily quenched. In a word: filling. Yes oaky, but not too much. Full, but not almost too little. Yet, the greatest delight was the reminder of cranberries—and ever bit as much filling. Taken with havarti and dried cranberries as a needed afterthought—mustn’t forget the cranberries!
Royally bold in a deep confidence, it doesn’t pose. Nothing pungent about it nor any need for attention. Light as feathers, but an impression of weight so grand it begs question of legend and origin. Medium tannin and unusually filling, though it needs a steak cheese melt, and don’t hold the mustard.
Painfully inviting and stinging. A spicy vibrance from Down Under, it stings the tongue and refuses to be ignored. Taken with steak, colby jack, kimchi, and eggs—and that still wasn’t enough for it to eat right through.
Rich and young. The tannic finish waits half a second to greet you with a sandy paper rub to polish the thickest cheese. Medium-bodied and frankly lush, it will water your mouth without end. Slightly sweet and charmingly pucker-powered, the Western Grape of Joostenberg triumphs.
Taken with extra cheese jalapeño pepperoni sausage onion pizza with extra sauce on the side.