I like to think that I'm not really fanboy material. My idols are pretty thin on the ground. Peter Matthiesson, Nabokov, Julia Child, Pete Seeger, Joni. A few others.
That said, I have a minor thing for Kerin O'Keefe. Not that her achievements are necessarily on par with those others'. I just think her palate is very good. Or at least it speaks to mine. I say this with an eye to "full disclosure."
I've been following her affection for Villa Guelpa for a while, and have been buying their lower end wines now and then with great satisfaction. Tonight is the first time (I think?) with their flagship bottling, the Lessona. (It's about double the price of the lovely Sizzano, and about three times that of the yummy and drinkable "Longitudine.")
Let me put it this way. There might be some Joseph Roty estate Gevreys that I would get more excited about in the glass, but that's about it. Okay, I would also take a Ch. Margaux 1983. (Yes, I have had that wine, albeit a mere half glass in passing, like that girl in the subway window from when you were 19, who would never have you even if she knew you were looking at her like that.) Otherwise this is about the most gorgeous freaking liquid you can put in your mouth.
There is absolutely nothing flashy about it. But it just goes on and on and on. All the flower, all the fruit, and all the pit. It's like an orchard inside you.
That said, I have a minor thing for Kerin O'Keefe. Not that her achievements are necessarily on par with those others'. I just think her palate is very good. Or at least it speaks to mine. I say this with an eye to "full disclosure."
I've been following her affection for Villa Guelpa for a while, and have been buying their lower end wines now and then with great satisfaction. Tonight is the first time (I think?) with their flagship bottling, the Lessona. (It's about double the price of the lovely Sizzano, and about three times that of the yummy and drinkable "Longitudine.")
Let me put it this way. There might be some Joseph Roty estate Gevreys that I would get more excited about in the glass, but that's about it. Okay, I would also take a Ch. Margaux 1983. (Yes, I have had that wine, albeit a mere half glass in passing, like that girl in the subway window from when you were 19, who would never have you even if she knew you were looking at her like that.) Otherwise this is about the most gorgeous freaking liquid you can put in your mouth.
There is absolutely nothing flashy about it. But it just goes on and on and on. All the flower, all the fruit, and all the pit. It's like an orchard inside you.
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