And by “Parkers”, I mean drivers… Never fails, when drivers enter my parking garage, they become retarded. They slow to a crawl in the hope that someone, please God someone, will pull out of the perfect parking space, just as their desperate ass creeps by. What they really need is that ass kicked! And Wilridge, 2008 Melange is just the wine to do it! Loaded with leather and soy sauce, this rock salt of masculinity blows blackberry, candied orange peel and cedar. It’s unparalleled enthusiasm reveals violet, black plum, baking spice and a slight hint of lavender. Well it’s not going to park itself, I say, while sturdy tannins lean in and stare with intensity. Between the lines, outside the lines – at this point… does it matter? New Year’s Resolution #666: Patience….whatever….
Photo: Wilridge Winery
Post by Teri Citterman