So here’s an upbeat Coonawarra Cab Sauv. All that slang for stimulants — black mollies, black beauty, bling bling, blue devil — that’s going to hit you first.
And, first sip this is a wow, wow, wow. A high point pointster wowza. But you know what? On the last sip, it’s good, not wow, just good. And I wonder if the pointsters drank a comparative sip or nursed a bottle over the course of an evening? Because here’s a significant different between professional tasters and people who drink wine: People who drink wine don’t buy wine to have a taste. They buy wine to drink it.
All right, so there you go, this is a huge points winner, many plaudits, it’s got balance and then some, it could be Simone Bile’s Olympic Beam master class. And it oozes plum, red, juicy, sloppy, overripe plum. It’s a delicacy on the approach but something about it ends up too much, too rich, and like a slice of layer cake that’s got the proportion of icing to cake in excess, this wine ultimately satisfies but misses; it’s a bronze, not a gold.
Price: $40 something, but rare in Vancouver; the base model “Musician” however, a much less interesting red, is on the corner at every liquor outlet.
Market Liquidity: It will impress, but even Pacino in Scarface was, you know, over the top.
