June 5th, 2008
It broods in the glass, when I bring the lip of glass under my nose, warmth rises first, thick and sudden, then odor: musky blend of mustard, onion, damp root vegetables. This wine is an owl, old & noble, with ratfur stuck to its talons.
It fills the mouth aggressively, fruit-bitterly, with cherries, prunes, chili. Flakes of chocolate. It bristles & sulks all over the inside of your mouth.
This is a wine that works you into the soil, holds you there in the rooty rich damp, until you feel a hum and churn fill you, created by:
beetles,
bones,
gnarled roots,
flinty secret minerals waiting for light.
C. Way/ SnailCrow.com © 2008
