In drinking of Californian
wines I’ve got greatness of old vine in memorable by bear on label Haraszthy
Old Vine Zinfandel and Ravenswood, which using was with a story.
Every year I do a foolish
thing calls participation in Green Card Lottery where chances for forever and
ever bachelor aren’t so high. Once, what was few years ago, in another May, a
month when appears results, I decided for myself as in Theseus legend, who
promised to his father if he’ll survive – he’ll arrive on white sails, in case
of death – his sailors will wear black ones. I decided that if I willn’t get a
green card – I’ll buy a bottle of white wine. No, I like white wines, but they
are not in my preferences to reds, which I’ll attain in case of victory.
I went in special wine shop
for reconnaissance to look on potential bottles. In studying of staff attention gripped to red
Ravenswood Old Vine Zinfandel. Got information brought me that I couldn’t leave
this bottle. I must use moment for buy now. I did it.
Result of lottery was that
I should try in next time. Wrapped in sadness I drank Ravenswood. It was damn
great bottle of wine in every stage. Special in my experience of these beverages.
Favorable stinky French cheese, what I usually use in time of wine, was a fine
addition to smooth composition of flavors. My damnation was prolonged, but I
was drinking true ambrosia.
It just happens that
meetings with Californian wines always peculiar. 770 Miles Zinfandel was a
drink to Independence Day. Few cooked beefsteaks on grill was my American dish
for celebration. The bottle was open.
I have the only flaw to
perfect – I didn’t keep longer in fridge to where I put because temperature of
basement wasn’t for wines on that moment. 770 Miles is grandiose in everything: calm in sniff, tender in mouth rinsing and blissing in using
inside and aftertaste, which caresses. A wine for celebration, good evening and
when you sad. I must more often drink Californian wines where ideal condition
for grape. Whole year sunny.
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