Wan’t to know what I did last night? It was exciting: I fashioned a makeshift window cat flap out of bandanas then trained Eli how to use it by luring him in and out with tuna treats. I contemplated packing for Oregon, but didn’t execute. What to bring, what to bring? I heated frozen dinner from and bag, got jealous receiving play-by-play text messages from Carey in San Diego, watched the debates, fell asleep.
It. Was. Awesome. But not because of any of the things I just mentioned. It was all about the wine.
2008 · Vista Hills · Skyraider · Pinot Noir · Willamette Valley, Oregon:
An aromatic masterpiece. Skyraider is dark and profound, cool and acidic, earthy and flamboyant. Whether by design or happenstance, the oak aging provides perfect structural enrichment without heavy seasoning. I don’t know the percentages of new French oak, but regardless, it’s a textbook case in sound oak integration and what happens when the fruit speaks for itself. The oak rounds, deepens, steadies, and focuses, but it does not flavor—this is what I look for.
Complex but not enigmatic, there is a relatable quality to this wine, even thought it breaks the $50 mark (which I didn’t realize until later in the evening. Oops). The quality of the fruit is strikingly pure, tagged with undertones of savory olive, mossy earthiness, stone, and a waxy/briny funk that I can’t get enough of. The sappy, bitable Pinot Noir fruit soars aromatically and on the palate.
Un-freaking-believable. Sorry Carey, I seriously should have waited for you on this one. At least I get to enjoy this over a couple nights! I’d kill to have another bottle.
[My new journal from The Fancy Lamb on Etsy. Made from old hardback books—I filled my first one cover to cover with wine notes in 6 short months.]
Tomorrow I work, Sunday I pack, and on Monday, I’m off into the sunset.
Wish me luck!