A fuel efficient two-seat compact. 91 points.
One of these things is not like the other, one of these things just doesn’t belong. Can you tell which thing is not like the other? Anyone who grew up with Sesame Street knows it. It stays with you for life. Except, it seems, the wine intelligentsia. In the obsessive quest to rate everything numerically, numeracy is all, likeness nothing.
We were about to abandon the blog: Six weeks of drinking “recommended” and “high point” wines from all the established reviewers. It seemed to be the brightest and best way to kick off 2014. But our well intentioned NY resolution has been nothing but a series of duds. Six over-90 pt wines into the year and not a drop of interesting plonk amongst them. And reviews from professional reviewers where the descriptors never vary. By Valentine’s Day we felt like Bill Murray in Groundhog Day. The worst of it was wondering why the accolades fell where they did. Are the reviewers bored, jaded, or under some Russian-mobster obligation to play favorites? It all came to a head with the 100 per cent garnacha pictured here.
We like this wine. With a little air it opened up nicely. It drank well and was adequate with red meat. The price point couldn’t be beat. Eric Solomon is the importer and, generally, he does an excellent job. It was in fact absolutely what this blog is all about, discovering decent wine at a decent price as well as acknowledging a splurge as a splurge. But, really, 91 points? It’s not as though we’re virgins; we’ve been far and wide, to Beaune, Franschhoek, Margaret River and the Casablanca Valley, Hunter Valley, to Sonoma and Napa and, well you get the point. Wine is our thing. But, really Robert Parker, you rated this red the same as an over the top head over heels Châteauneuf-du-Pape? I find that hard to believe. This puts into question the whole ridiculous point system and what the points mean and why can’t reviewers instead of points take the Hugh Johnson route and just talk about whether wine is worth paying any attention to or not, and if it is or isn’t write about why?
If it was legal I would resell my 91 points bottles because why not cash in on the fabricated hoopla but it’s not legal; so we will drink them and mock the “pointsters” and, yes, continue the blog.
Price: A sinfully accessible $9 USD.
Market Liquidity: Even the Oscars don’t say best anymore.