I feel like a plurality of
prodigal sons.

My detour through the
“value case” has led me
back to my nanny as
I inspect the cooler
filled with HAND PICKED
wines.

(If I didn’t repeat
myself, I wouldn’t be
reliably consistent
over a predictable
time period.)

I collapse at her feet
as she pats my head and
waves the PN bottle cork
beneath my nose.

I’ll eschew the hairy flowers.

I wish to be flogged
with Alfredo noodles.

I’ll endure any kind of
gustatorial torture,
just give me some freaking Pinot Noir.

(Even computing machines
with dictionaries in memory
lose spelling bees.)

I’m remembering how
incredibly wonderful
this kind of wine can be.

Light and fresh.
Tart and acidic.
Sometimes a bit of oak.
Coy flavors that you
have to chase around
in the glass.
Earthiness that can
only be fully enjoyed
after one has been raptured.

I hope I don’t spend
TOO MUCH time in
WINE PURGATORY for
going so far astray.

But, but, but, what
about THIS WINE?

It appears to be one
I picked up in Paola
and is likely to be a
“repeat impressor”.

Since I can’t remember
anything, these notes are
written “without prejudice”.

It MAY BE a bit pruney.

I’m not saying that
it’s a BAD thing, it’s
just the THING that
I’m noticing above all
other THINGS.

Let’s call it REALLY
ripe plums so we can
be PC or whatever.

No matter, I’m enjoying
this “welcome home” in
a big way.

But don’t get any ideas.

She’s MY nanny.

Curiosity killed the
penitent cat.

Let’s read some more
about the California magic
triangle of PN wine.

Twelve Reasons You Should be Drinking Santa Barbara County Wines! #wine

Click to access Joel-Gott-2015-Santa-Barbara-County-Pinot-Noir-Fact-Sheet.pdf

I’ve already drunk
most of the bottle and
I’m still drooling.

Am I missing something,
or is this wine not just
simply WONDERFUL?

Towards the end of the
bottle, I’m picking up
more oak/tannins (GOOD)
and (interestingly) more
of the red/cherry fruit.

Who needs Europe?

Hang in there.