Lights, please.
It feels somewhat blasphemous, yet compelling, to be drinking this on the 4th of July here in the States. On the one hand, I should be thankful for the independence we've enjoyed for 200+ years and the slowly eroding liberties we are blessed with while the notion of democracy still stands, badly injured. On the other hand, it feels in keeping with the spirit upon which this country was founded not to go the traditional beer and bratwurst route, and instead enjoy this bottle with a plate of pecorino and other hard cheeses, and some carefully cured red meats. Let Joe Plumber consume the Budweiser and think he is more American than thou. I know the real spirit of the holiday, Charlie Brown.
So now we come to this beauty, who sports a name I could most certainly live without. I think the attempted cuteness belies the staggering monster which lies underneath. Letting this one air out for the length of Gaucho will improve matters greatly.
There's much to adore here, Walter and Donald. Earthy, forest elements (mushroom, leaves, wet tree bark) on the nose during "Babylon Sisters" and by the time "Third World Man" hits its apex, it's rich and full of blackberry and plum. A well-balanced, vibrant blueberry and oak palate that is tough to put down and wait patiently for the long finish to dissipate.
Peachy Canyon certainly knows what it is doing. Blame bad marketing, but praise this bottle because it is worth the price and then some.
Peachy Canyon certainly knows what it is doing. Blame bad marketing, but praise this bottle because it is worth the price and then some.
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