By Jay
So as I've explained, I invariably seek out a Big Dumb Red every Wednesday. Actually, 'seek out' isn't quite the verb needed to fully express what happens; more like 'fantasize about since 9am.'
Like yesterday? After stressing about a paper that was due all weekend, I finally - FINALLY! - finished it Tuesday evening, thereby saving myself the inconvenience of calling in to work to hastily write it. We celebrated by taking a leisurely walk in the unseasonably warm Buffalonian air. Normally, my celebrations include lots of imbibing, but I wanted to save it up for the - you guessed it - Big Dumb Red.
Apparently, I'm not alone. One of my classmates confided that, when faced with giving up something for Lent, she chose sweets. "You can't give up booze?" her husband asked in disbelief. "No," she replied firmly. "No."
While that MAY seem like we have, ahem, a problem or something, I like to think of my BDRs as Mommy's Little Helpers. Except? They're not quaaludes and I'm not a mommy. Semantics, y'all.
Anyhow, last night's lucky candidate was Pepperwood Grove's Syrah. I used to scoff at Pepperwood. Cheap? California? Do you think I'm that base? I have since fallen off my viniferal high-horse and have come to realize that yes, by God, YES, I am indeed that base. Especially for under a $10 spot.
So, how I can detail the delights? Well, it's B I G. And fruity. But in a really dark, thick, viscous kind of way. It could be used as paint, no doubt. It's not [yellow tail] because it's not nearly as sweet. Dusky black fruits prevail. Is there spice? Kinda. Any sort of secondary characteristics? Not really. But since I'm searching for a BDR, who cares?
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