Our review of the Ghost Pines merlot was, in a nutshell, “approachable, rich, tasty, satisfying.” Bring it on. That is pretty much the polar opposite of how we found the chardonnay. This is forward, heavy, assertive to the point of being aggressive, and with many unusual peculiarities. For example, on the label it states notes of lemon cream which, in the end, you can discern (believe it or not), but not in a good way; rather, in the way of those old Peek Frean’s cookies which looked so tasty and in the end were hard and dry and only approximated a fresh baked product. Sure there was caramel in the GP but rich in a way some desserts are too sweet. All around we found this wine cloying. (But Robert Parker didn’t; he apparently loved the cornucopia fruit salad this displayed with gusto.) Think the Three Stooges: BANG, chardonnay, THWACK more chardonnay, not enough chardonnay for you? Step on this pitchfork and take another fruity hit to the bean. Sorry RP, know you would never stoop to slapstick to describe wine. Too bad, the loss is to your loyal fans, not the vintners.
Here is our reflection: This is like a product with constituent ingredients masquerading as chardonnay. Some of the finest whites have hints and depths of flavours developed over time from, e.g., oak or steel or time on the vine or, in wine speak, malolactic fermentation. This wine is like a blank slate dressed up in fancy clothes, an adornment in the style chardonnay, but it would get a harsh diss from Joan et. al. at the Fashion Police as faux not finesse.
Price: $22.99 at Everything Wine which, unfortunately, didn’t have the Merlot in stock.
Market Liquidity: Worst dressed list.