Welcome to my wine blog. I love wine, music, food, and spending time with others who enjoy all of the above! Wine is part of the food pyramid (see 'fruit') and, as a musician, I think it goes very well with music as well as food. I'm pretty informal when it comes to descriptions of a wine, because sometimes, the wine is just freaking amazing - and that's descriptive enough. Keep rocking and cheers!
Friday, September 23, 2011
Wine Baskets
Friday, September 16, 2011
Navigating Wine Shipping Laws
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Buying Wine on a Budget
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Hidden Wine Gems of California
Monday, September 5, 2011
Wine Etiquette
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Terra Valentine
Some say the time with them as really little people who are new to this world is the most precious. Yes, it's precious... but there are many more times during this stage of life than when they get older. The moments together become more and more fleeting and time with them often seems impossibly out of reach except for a few stolen conversations on the phone a midst their own lives and schedules.
So, to hang out with Serena and make some new discoveries along the way as a father daughter team-for-a-day is quite an experience. One to treasure. A beautiful treasure.
Until a few months ago, I'd not heard of Terra Valentine. A friend opened a bottle of their Spring Mountain Cabernet over dinner one night and, I must say, the wine was delicious.
Delicious.
Delicious.
Oh, it was very good, too. So, I wanted to make this our second stop - and last. I'm not a big fan of getting buzzed to the point where I cannot taste the wines.
Terra Valentine can only be visited by appointment. They don't make a whole bunch of wine and I can truly understand how they could be inundated with tourist tasters who are more interested in sucking down a bunch of vino like they were at a party instead of showcasing their wines to folks who are more serious about what they are tasting than how they are wasting away.
First off, thanks so much to Heidi for the great presentation and wonderful hospitality. As soon as we arrived, we were treated like friends invited into a home.
The winery is simple. And beautiful.
We were greeted with a generous pour of Sauvignon Blanc, a very delicious and luscious wine. This wasn't just some cheap get-to-know-you vino. This is a statement: you are going to have a very special time here and we want you to enjoy every moment.
There was a short tour - a walk around the building and into the cellar where the barrels and mechanics of wine making take place, past the employee patio area, complete with a barbecue and a view, then back upstairs to the tasting room - more of a banquet room.
Fireplace. Stained glass windows. Long table. Wine glasses. Wine bottles.
Each person gets their own little cheese platter adorned with fresh rosemary and some locally made chocolate.
Then we got down to business. The business of fun!
There were 6 of us in that room, besides our gracious host and wine facilitator. (That's my term at this point.)
The Russian River Pinot Noir is... wonderful? Hmmm... no, that's not it.... amazing? Yes, but that's not it, either.... I think I remember saying that I wanted a room in my house to smell like the Pinot Noir. It's that good. This isn't a Pinot that Terra Valentine makes because, "well, we should do a Pinot". This is a serious wine for people who love great wine.
The Amore Sangiovese is succulent and made me hungry. Hungry for anything with some spices and seasonings and pasta and sauces... and.... and....
Then we tried two Cabernet Sauvignon's. Wurtele and Yverdon. Same grapes. Same aging. Same harvest. Same everything except where they are grown. Different elevations.
Different wines. Both great. Really great.
Serena and I kept looking at each other with these goofy "I'm having a great time, are you" smiles on our faces. How cool is this. How cool is this!!!!!
The tasting ended with a bit of the Estate Riesling - consistently as good as everything else.
My jaw had dropped. What an incredible find!
What a wonderful day.
Thank you, Terra Valentine for being a part of my day out with Serena. Thank you, thank you, thank you!
Cheers :)
Chateau Montelena
You see, I was new to wine. This was only the second really good bottle of wine that I'd ever tasted, the first being a 1994 Heitz Bella Oaks Cabernet. It was these two bottles that got me started on a journey of wine exploration that still continues today.
I remember looking for Chateau Montelena on the web. The internet was somewhat rudimentary back then, at least when compared to the dynamic content on most websites today. I found them and saw a picture of this stone chateau with much greenery around it and on it.
I wanted to go there.
A couple of weeks ago, I got my chance.
My lovely daughter, Serena, invited me up to Berkeley to hang out with her - daddy daughter time - and, one of the endeavors she included in our bonding time was a wine tasting trip to Napa. Excited as I was, I decided to schedule our tasting, starting with Chateau Montelena.
Serena and I love the movie, Bottle Shock.
The movie doesn't do the winery justice, although it is a very fun film.
The winery is simply beautiful. It's nestled of a small back road north of St. Helena, cut into a hill ripe with greenery and what appear to be natural springs. Even if they are fountains, I'll call them springs.
However, there is a fountain. It's located at the entry way to the tasting room. The foyer is the kind of place where one could imaging pulling up a cot and sleeping under the stars while the rustling water trickles over moss-covered stones nearby.
Of course, this would be enhanced with the lovely wines of Montelena.
There's a reason that this is a well-known winery. The wines are really good. The people are really friendly and, after some quite in depth conversations about wine and the fantastic environment that is Chateau Montelena, it's clear that they enjoy their work immensely as well.
I want to talk about the wine. It's subtle. The style of wine making at Chateau Montelena is unlike so many of the over-the-top approaches taken by many successful wineries in California.
The folks at Chateau Montelena are making wines for consumption today perhaps, but more than that, wines that one can see as an investment in a future experience.
The Riesling and Chardonnay are wonderfully delicate with equally as wonderful texture and taste.
The Zinfandel is a work of art. I expected a fruit bomb. What I got, instead, was a very refined interpretation of this Californian that is approachable today and will be for some time.
The Napa Valley Cabernet (what used to be the Calistoga Cuvee) is brighter than most Cabernet's but not so that the structure and dark fruit is compromised.
The Estate Cabernet speaks for itself. We were fortunate enough to taste both the current release of this exquisite wine and some of the 2004 that just 'happened' to be open.
Okay, enough of the wine.
Good wine is easy to find. Amazing people who pay attention to your questions and answer them honestly and respectfully is not as easy to find. And people who do this with a genuine affection for the craft are rarer indeed.
Serena and I both experienced a warm welcome at Chateau Montelena - we truly felt like guests - and walked away with big smiles on our faces - not from the alcohol - not our style.
It was from the experience of being in the presence of people who are passionate and enthusiastic about what they do and love nothing more than sharing that passion with you.
Thank you Chateau Montelena. You helped make this day with my lovely daughter very special.
Thank you.
Monday, June 20, 2011
The flavor of love
Yesterday was Father's day and a great day it was. All that was needed to complete it would have been this presence of my middle daughter, Serena and my wife, Eva. Alas, had a terrific time with Michelle and Jamie. Watching them talk and get on like... well, like very close sisters made me proud to be a dad. Top that off with Michelle being of legal drinking age and we now have an outing that includes wine tasting... And picking blueberries.
There is a blueberry farm just south of Buellton on highway 101 where you park, get a bucket, and walk out to the massive rows of blueberry plants and fill your bucket with the freshest tastiest blueberries this side of South America. look up www.santabarbarablueberries.com for more information.
But this was AFTER tasting some very good wines from the very talented and hospitable folks at Foxen winery.
Make no mistake about it. Foxen makes great wine. Actually... They make great WINES!!!
Their Chardonnay, Pinot Noir, Syrah, and their Sangiovese blend (which one person who worked the called a great pizza and pasta wine -- we agree)... Are all very noteworthy and would pair well with such a variety of foods that one could conceivably run out of culinary ideas along the way. At this point I would recommend just drinking the wine. Food will eventually work its way into the scene as biology takes over.
No matter.
That's not my point.
Great wine.
Great blueberries.
Great times with daughters.
These experiences don't just show up and say hello. If they do, you better fucking listen because it ain't happening again.
Because usually it involves an investment.
Not of money, although that might be a footnote, it's not a requirement.
I am talking about time. It means taking time to nurture and participate and listen and love.
Speaking of love. Yesterday was filled with it. It was evident in thwarting conversations between the three of us... Me and Michelle and Jamie.
It was evident is the wine. Great wine, like great family ties, doesn't come without the joyous and ambitious and loving investment of time.
It was in the blueberries. Fields of this delicious and exotic fruit beckoning one to taste and sample along the quest to fulfil a basic primal need to gather food. Talk about a bucket list!
You can taste it. You can touch it. You can feel it. You inhale it.
It fills your senses with joy.
Great music does this.
Great wine does this.
Great food does this.
But most of all, a father experiencing all three with two reasons he loves being a Father in the first place, well... You can insert the tears of joy right here.
Serena we missed you.
Eva we missed you.
Love love love.
Cheers!
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Wilfred Wong and the BevMo 5 cent wine "sale"
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Brussel sprouts
It isn’t the brussle sprouts that make the memory so delightful; it’s the whole environment. Mom made these because she really wanted to make something special for us. In our corner of the universe, small town Americana, anything but meat and potatoes for dinner was considered exotic. It is also the fact that we had all the time in the world to eat. And, contrary to rural mythology, it wasn’t because we weren’t allowed to leave the table until we finished our brussel sprouts. It was because we were at home in a warm kitchen with the smell of butter in the air and this really unique flavor on our plates.
Fast forward a number of years and we are sitting at Morton’s steakhouse in Anaheim, CA. By ‘we’, I mean my wife of 22 years who is celebrating her birthday, two of our daughters, and friends of ours who are also celebrating a birthday. There are seven of us and I’m sitting in a way that allows me to see the classic chalkboard menu and the kitchen just to the right. I see a whole bunch of steaks and some of the most competent people at mixing meat and fire around.
And while we have ordered steaks, salmon, vegetables, salads, potatoes, appetizers, drinks, and desserts, the subject of brussel sprouts surfaces. It’s such an oddity, I think. This is when, Jabe Amato explains to me the difference between the way he learned of brussel sprouts and the way they are prepared at Morton’s. Now, forgive me at this point since this conversation took place 2-3 glasses of wine after we sat down but, as I recall, it involved grilling, bacon, onions and a suggestion from Jabe that we try them.
This is where I pause to reiterate those dinners of my youth where time was not important. It is the same at Morton’s. To say we felt welcomed into this restaurant is an understatement. From Nathan’s greeting at the door to the friendly handshake from Patrick to Jabe’s natural hospitality, we truly felt like the table we occupied was ours and ours alone. The feeling was pretty much like being invited into someone’s home: a pleasure and honor at the same time.
This is why brussel sprouts make sense. It’s down-home food. It’s comfort food. And, when I think about it, much of what Morton’s has to offer falls along these lines. Yes, there are the more exotic fare such as crab or soufflĂ© or sea bass, never mind the number of preparation options available, but this is a steakhouse: steaks, potatoes, and vegetables. It’s a place where a bottle of wine or two makes perfect sense. It’s a place where dinner conversation over a round table evolves with smiles, reflection, and celebration. It’s a place where we enjoy the best hospitality this side of mom’s kitchen. It’s a place where one can enjoy a prime cut of Cajun-spiced rib eye steak, a salad, hash browned potatoes, a glass of wine, and brussel sprouts.
It’s a place where birthdays can be celebrated.
It’s about the feeling.
It’s about the experience.
It’s why we keep going back.
Cheers!
P.S. special thanks to Jaffurs Winery in Santa Barbara for their amazing 2008 Petite Syrah and to Rosenblum for their 2007 Rockpile Road Zinfandel.... wonderful!
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Everybody must get stoned
But, I don't do that anymore. The last time was about 14 years ago after seeing the Rolling Stones at Dodger Stadium. I got home and burned a fattie with my father in law.
Yup. My father in law. One of the coolest dudes on the planet. A man who welcomed me into his family without hesitation, even though I was dating his daughter. A man who let me hang out with him next to the BBQ at family gatherings and we would drink beer and sample the meat off the grill before anyone else got a taste. A man who never hesitates to encourage and stand by those around him. A man who appreciates good times, good food, good drink, and a good buzz. A man with soul.
Which makes me wonder.
Are we heading toward some far-right-morality swing? I hope not because I don't think people who talk about morality are that moral in the first place. I think they're full of shit. If you're one of them, you need to read this MORE than the choir I might appear to be preaching to.
You see, 4/20 is special to me, even though I don't smoke pot anymore. I don't even have the desire to do it. But 4/20 is all about freedom of choice. It's bigger than just a few plants being harvested for a good buzz. It's about being able to choose your buzz OUTSIDE the realm of corporate control. Alcohol is corporate controlled. Cigarettes are corporate controlled. The food we eat is corporate controlled, unless we buy it from a local farmer before it hits the corporate controlled marketplace.
Unless we grow it. Like marijuana. Who has the self-delusional right to tell you that you can't grow something in your own backyard for personal consumption? Nobody.
And yet, there are people with enough money and influence to create laws that accomplish just that.
But the revolution has begun. And those of us on the side of free choice have to win. We have to win all over the globe if only to spite barbarians who are bloodthirsty for control and money. These people will preach religious peace out of one side of their mouth then kill you for not submitting to their version of peace.... or their version of the 'peace' of the pie.
And don't get me started on the thought police. You see, 4/20 is all about controlling your thought. Because, when you alter your own perspective, independently, and freely, and openly, you see things from a perspective that those living under the illusion of power cannot grasp. You have taken yourself outside the realm of their influence - which is all around you on billboards, TV, radio, computers - and into the realm of introspection and thought. This is a place they cannot touch. This is a place where new ideas come about. This is a place where you can just be free.
And if you grow your own, it's damn near free. It's about as free as it gets.
This is why I brew my own beer. After I spend a nominal amount on all-natural ingredients, I can brew something specifically to my liking and the corporate beer-mongers get nothing. Nothing.
You are told that you need to consume. Even the drug dealers masquerading as pharmaceutical companies want you to consume what they are selling. The thing is, they can't control pot. They have no say so. They can try but they can't stop it. And rightly so. They inflate costs at random, pump billions into lobbying and advertising to get you hooked on their product.
Ladies and gentlemen, if more of us smoked pot, fewer of us would be looking to these clown-suits for solutions. We'd solve them ourselves.
Oh, pot doesn't solve the problem. But pot does put you in a mental place where you can digress from the bullshit and then divorce yourself completely from it.
You wake up the next morning... walk past the TV remote without even blinking... (except for the occasional cartoon).... grab some cold pizza, and ice cold beer, and beckon a new day full of possibilities and new ideas and you are beholden only to your family and friends.
Social Darwinists, fuck off.
Cheers and happy 4/20!!!!!
Friday, April 15, 2011
Wine Fucking
Stay with me on this one as I'm really intoxicated and may not be speaking clearly... even though I'm not technically speaking at all.. I'm writing... no, that's not it... I'm TYPING. And I can type whafuckerthe hell I want.
Okay..... whew.... as if I've got alot of integrity anyway.... huge number of followers... thank you. All 4 of you. This is for you.
Shit. The room is spinning. Okay... whew!!!.... Shit... still spinning.. I'm serious about this one.
Okay.
Brewed my own beer tonight. This is something I usually do every 4-5 weeks. I love doing it and, after about 18 months in the trenches, I can honestly say that the beer doesn't suck. It's quite good actually. I'd pour it against most American ales at this stage of the game.
ANYWAY, I'm boiling the grains and decide to invoke the pleasures of an Arrogant Bastard.... lovely beer... no, fuck that. Not lovely. Kick ass!!!!! This fucker has hops and malt and grains and hops and alcohol.... too much alcohol. But I don't care. (damn, thank God for the backspace key!!!!)
ANYWAY #2.... I grill a steak. I have a decanter of Rosenblum Syrah that I paid about $45 bucks for a few months back... can't remember the vineyard... Rosenblum always designates their wines from a particular vineyard... the reserves, anyway...
ANYWAY #3... this wine was sitting in a decanter for about 48 hours.... it was too ripe, fruit forward, and all that crap. It tasted like grape juice.. IF I WANT FUCKING GRAPE JUICE I'LL BUY WELCHE'S THANK YOU VERY MUCH!
ANYWAY #4... Over the last few days, I've also opened a bottle of Red Lion Cabernet (don't ask) and a bottle of Marquis Philips Grenache... please hold your questions until the end.
(shit, I can't even type... my fingers aren't responding to what my brain says to respond to... etc etc etc....)
ANYWAY #5... My Rib eye steak is USDA Prime from a local market (Orchards Fresh, but I'm not mentioning names).... and It's tender, and juicy... and I decide, rather than open new wine, I'll just see what I can do with what I have.
ANYWAY...
whatever.
The Rosenblum is too over-ripe. The Grenache has some nice light licorice and acidic qualities but can't hold up... The Cabernetl, in spite of being a wimpy cab... has some tannic structure to it....
SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO...
I blend a 4 oz concoction of the Cab and the Syrah.... the tannins actually offset the over-ripeness of the fruit in the Rosenblum...
THEN, I mix (same ratio) the Syrah and the Grenache.... EVEN BETTER!!!! The Grenache makes up for what the Syrah does not have and vice versa vice versa, etc cte.... whatever.
Of course, I need to mix the Grenache and Cab... shitty. Two bad wines don't make a good wine.
BUT, I've settled on the Syrah-Grenache blend... it's good. Dark fruit mixed with mid-level fruit, some light licorice hints, and balances nicely with the grilled Rib-Eye steak.
FINALLY!
I pour the Grenache and Cabernet into the decanter with the remaining Syrah and discover something along the way....
I'm fucked up.
That's it.
So , I call my daughter on the phone and talk about Android and iPhone apps until I can see straight.
Then I decide to write this.
And it doesn't matter. I'm squinting right now just to read the words I'm writing on the computer and if it wasn't for spell checking... Id eb srewcd rghit nwo.
That's it.
Csheers....!
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Live from LA.... Fleming's Steak House!
It IS a great place for steak... and wine... and dessert.... and hospitality... and in a great location for a special and memorable evening out in one of the greatest cities on the planet.
It's hard not to write something like this and have it sound like a restaurant review of sorts but, in a way, that's what it is. An it's also a bit of a journal entry - for two really great nights out.
Our first night was scheduled to coincide with a Prime Rib dinner offering that Fleming's is promoting during Sundays in January only and it's quite the deal. It included a salad, a 12 oz cut of Prime Rib, a Side and a Dessert all for under thirty bucks. Here's the deal - my wife and I could have shared one and been completely satisfied. That is how much food this amounts to. But we each ordered our own. And took home leftovers. And ate them the next evening.
We brought our own bottle, as is usually the case; a bottle of 2006 Sea Smoke Southing to be specific and it worked perfectly with the food - and the seasonings. Our server was Elizabeth - a genuinely friendly individual who welcomed us as if we were a guest in her home. We were also greeted by David Shelton, who usually manages at the El Segundo store but happened to be standing in during this particular evening. If the friendly professionalism of David and Elizabeth are an indicator, I would stand here and recommend any Fleming's to my readers.
The first experience was so delightful, that we invited friends to join us again this week. We were greeted, seated, and again made to feel right at home by Kent - a person who paid close attention to every detail in our experience but also ensured that we had the space to enjoy our evening as if there was nobody else in the room. We were also visited by Michael DiGiambattista, an operating partner, and whose name I recognized from his signature at the bottom of an e-mail thanking us for joining the "Friend of Fleming's" club. Michael was hospitable enough to thank us for coming back - acknowledging that we had visited previously just over a week before. The warm greetings and friendly, top notch service set the tone at Fleming's.
The food kicks things to another level altogether.
I'll be brief and to the point.... Salads... Oysters... Fillet Mignon... New York Pepper Steak... Lamb Chops... Mac and Cheese (yup), Mushrooms.... Chocolate Lava Cake... Creme Brulee... Espresso... Cappuccino... all paired wonderfully with the two bottles we brought with us: the 2008 Denner Syrah and 2007 Columbia Crest Reserve Cabernet.
Are you hungry yet?
To top things off, the receipt had a web link to a survey at the bottom and the customer receives a $25 credit toward their next visit just by completing it. And it only takes about 5 minutes.
Fleming's is a place that seriously wants its' customers to come back again and again. And they live up to their own high standards by making frequent visits very enticing and something to look forward to.
We'll be back.
Cheers!