One time as a student I was delivering a load of futon frames and futons to Pearson airport for transport to the Arctic. I know, I didn't get it at the time either. En route, or as Christian Mingle-dot-com Clean Coal F*ck head americans like to say, "On Rowt", I saw the trailer of a truck hauling gravel come off its hitch and skid at full speed across 2 lanes of the 401. It stayed upright, supported by two metal skids on the front end from which a shower of sparks arced a trailer length behind the careening mass, gravel spraying everywhere. It was really unexpected but I drove on somehow unphased- obviously consumed by the Futons to the Arctic campaign.
Same for this wine! What body! What flavour! BAM! Shiraz, Grenache; the grenache does something to the shiraz that makes it not so much jammy as chutney-y. Ketchup. Yet I drink on unphased.
"Not a house wine", says my rock, my soul, but definitely a hallowe'en wine I say. Or a late night pizza wine, where it might give you just enough pause to avoid burning the roof of your mouth. Try it, for sure.
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
Crios Torrontes, 2011, Argentina. LCBO Vintages, $12.95
Have you ever eaten a flower? Have you ever wondered what could possibly be the sheet to Saffron's duvet? Ever wanted all of summer spent by an ocean paradise distilled and poured into a condensation-jewelled glass by an invisible hand that was not only unapparent, but generous?
Twelve-ninety-five friends! This somewhat tortured grape (high elevation, dry weather, intense sun and cool nights) from past-blogged-about Crios (Bonarda) has bled for your sins. Drink it!
Twelve-ninety-five friends! This somewhat tortured grape (high elevation, dry weather, intense sun and cool nights) from past-blogged-about Crios (Bonarda) has bled for your sins. Drink it!
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