A Pinot purity of wine music you won’t often palate– Universal while not being that pushover Pinot that so many expect. Formidable and confident, ardent while concurrently maintaining a poetic femininity, soft and symphonious. What others would call “light-bodied”, I dub ‘charming and instructional’. Just the first sip had the writer jovial, thinking of sipping it on a New York hotel balcony somewhere in Manhattan, looking down at the traffic thinking about my life in wine and with wine, why I live in Sonoma County and why I can’t wait to get back– Why I love Russian River as I do, Pinot as I do. St. Francis, known to more than a few as the “house of big reds” demonstrates through the alchemical astute and angelically innovative winemaker with her unwavering intent on varietal translation and expansiveness, decides another direction for the Burgundian voice that all sippers can hear and speak, have connection with. Taking another sip, when I know I should be finishing another article I have due… I assume its subtle intonation and edge. It has me space-bound and terrestrially sound at the same time. One of my favorite sketched wines, so far, easily. Writing this in the year I turn 38 and St. Francis’ RRV Pinot has me with a pugilistic tilt, like I can take on the wine indistry with subtlety and not image or luxury-obsessed pretension. This bottle speaks to everyone loving wine, and everyone loving a truly Human wined frame like Sonoma County, like Russian River, like St. Francis. Like a movie I had always hoped to see, on that changed my consciousness, and I finally viewed it, kind of by chance and some from gift result (parents getting me a bottle, sister the winemaker), but I’m being objective, I swear. I’m already on my “next trip”. Don’t worry. Don’t worry about my relationship with wine and my county. MY county. Sonoma. Not “the other county”, as they say. They’re only a they, and they need us for comparison, for self-state stature. But there is no mirroring. Especially when you sip Sonoma County wines like this. Nowhere near amiss.