I bought my bottle of Turley Duarte 1999 when I went to Aureole in Las Vegas, a restaurant with a wine list that won a Grand Award from Wine Spectator. Their wine collection was quite impressive, housed in a 44-foot-tall glass tower, and their “wine angels” used wire harnesses to get the wine from its alcoves in the tower.
The wine was a pure blood red - or it may have simply been the lighting, as it was a little strange where I was sitting - with a heady scent of honey and oak. I frequently find honey notes in Zinfandels I taste; I don’t know if it’s me or the Zinfandels, but either way, it was good.
The wine was mellow, with a taste of pure fruit, a veritable explosion of it. Age made it delightfully smooth and balanced. It had no bite that younger Zinfandels often had- just a pure power, cutting through my palate and absorbing me.
It was deliciously complex, but in the end it distilled down to a lingering note of honeyed oak on the finish.
It was a beautiful bottle, which I shared with three friends over a cheese plate and desserts.
Books: Just finished The Fault in Our Stars by John Green. It was amazing! Up next: Gravity's Rainbow.
Bottles: Having some Chateau Lamothe de Haux Bordeaux-Blanc with salmon tonight.
Writing: Well, notes finished but no real progress on the rewrite yet. I have made a promise myself to make a real start on Monday. I got sidetracked by my spring frenzy of cleaning.
Guitar: Still working on "Shine On." Solos are down pretty good; working on fills and rhythms now.