Spices more than anything– fruit and circling nudges of mint and medium roast coffee… Maybe it’s in my head, but the wine is ordering me outside and away, severely distanced from any box. What flowers I don’t know, just poems to senses all.. Caught and captured by its Beat.. Brought to write my thoughts, this Victorian dream of a red. Ambrosial quandary of syncopated sensuality– never before in a Pinot for me. Till today. This is how the wine wanted to revolve, evolve, for me.
A new meter and fruit arrangement from nose to tactile, but that’s what the Road, the wine highway’s all about I now see so vividly.