by Jenise » Fri Jun 22, 2007 10:20 am
Over the years I've posted several TN's on the wierdness that is the 99 Arrowood Cabernet Sauvignon. Well, last weekend we opened a bottle that finally seemed to have shed the swampy flavors and actually taste like cabernet. However, the midpalate fruit dropped out during the second glass, and I suspect this wine is on a downhill path now. Drink up.
Earlier in the week we felt a need for pinot, so we popped the 2005 Swan Cuvee de Trois. This is only $23???? Red berry fruit, a little green herb in there like thyme, and something a little meaty create a surprisingly deep and complex pinot that's a lot bigger than its price tag. A bargain.
Flush with success, when we decided that our rotini with smoked pork and fennel ragu needed wine last night, I grabbed the other Swan wine that came with the Cuvee de Trois, a 2003 Zinfandel "Stellwagen Vineyard". Historically, the Stellwagen is my favorite Swan zin--it is feminine with Asian spices and fungally forest things. It's pinot-like. Well not this time out. Big, sappy sweet flavors and a hot finish. I took two sips and made a face. What's the alcohol on this, I asked? Bob peered at the bottle, "15.8." YOW.
I took a few more sips before deciding that I couldn't drink it, so off to the cellar I went for something more sedate, and I picked this Small Vineyards Import, a 2000 Poggio Crocino "Rosso della Maremma Toscana" produced and bottled by Fattoria Capannacce. I bought three bottles about three years ago, and this is the first one I opened. Too soon it turns out. Big core of fruit (but not sweet) with tons of tannins, this wine is still primary and black and inky and serious. The tannins need years yet but the fruit's there to go the distance, and this should be glorious some day, I'd guess it needs another five years, and it might have a long future beyond that. It's a blend of sangiovese, syrah and grenache.
Last edited by Jenise on Fri Jun 22, 2007 1:32 pm, edited 1 time in total.
My wine shopping and I have never had a problem. Just a perpetual race between the bankruptcy court and Hell.--Rogov