It is the Friday night before a long weekend, and while I know that it only looks like a whole heavenly three days stretches before me, I will inevitably reach Monday night and wonder where the hell the past 72 hours vanished to. I certainly didn't see them, or use them up.
Sounds like a good reason to have a last glass of wine before bed.
It was between the Obikwa Shiraz from South Africa and the Hidden Canyon Malbec from Argentina. Upon reflection, I could be announcing a boxing match or a wine decision. Anyways, since the Boyfriend has enjoyed Obikwa before, I decided to save it for tomorrow's pseudo-Valentine's Dinner.
I've enjoyed Malbecs from Argentina before, so I popped it open. One whiff of the bottle gave me the idea of graham crackers in a somehow-unpleasant way. Old graham crackers? Still, maybe it just needs some airing.
In the glass, scents area bit more mellow. A hint of peppery, fruity, but something very alive and fresh - if gamey were an enticing odor, this wine could be it.
The first taste is peppery and without wanting to sound like I'm making shit up, it makes me think of some of the ribs at Montana's, basted in one of their rib sauces. I want to say apple butter, but I don't usually get that flavour, so I don't know if that's a fair comparison. It's followed by a tannic splash at the back of the throat. It's of medium boldness, but its slow death leaves behind a slightly unpleasant feeling on the tongue.
I can imagine this going with spicy tomato pasta sauces with little meat. Meanwhile, I feel I have to go scrub little sweaters off my teeth.
Maybe a day in the fridge will tell this wine what's what. That, or cooking with it.
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