This earthy, crisp Syrah is as fresh and invigorating as a cool morning hike in early autumn, only way lower effort. Reminiscent of the lean, savoury reds of France’s Northern Rhône Valley.
Leaving Home kicks things off with a smoky, mineral nose like the opening guitar chord of a guttural garage rock song. This is a serious wine meant to challenge and entice, a wine meant for cool breezes, challenging flavours, and the most intense conversations.
A muscular medium body and grippy cat’s tongue tannins envelop core flavours of purple plum, dried date, and fragrant tobacco. The enduring finish highlights Syrah’s signature meatiness, calling out for a classic steak au poivre as accompaniment.
GOOD FOR —
Chatting around the campfire while wearing red plaid flannel
A restorative nip after taking the kids trick-or-treating
Pretending your apartment kitchen is a cozy Parisian bistro
The messiest smoked meat sandwich and a black leather jacket
• Vintage: 2018
• Grapes: 100% Syrah from Aasha Wines Estate Vineyard
• Appellation: Okanagan Valley Region, Naramata Bench
• ABV: 13.5%
• Acidity: 5.40 g/l tartaric acid
• pH: 3.84
• Aging/Maturation (Fermentation): Cold soak before fermentation, 4 weeks of maceration, full malolactic, 14 months in French oak barrels.
• Recommended Drinking: Now through 2032
Open the bottle, and throw it in the fridge for 15 minutes. Pour a glass and enjoy. If you want to get fancy, you can decant this one for 20-30 minutes as well.
THE STORY BEHIND THE WINE
LEAVING HOME
Sunrise on the lake from the parkade was idyllic. Cool air filled my lungs, injecting a burst of energy and enthusiasm. This was different from anything I’d ever seen. The pace, the space and the people. I can do this forever.
It’s easy to overlook ominous clouds when you can see the sun. Denial, I suppose, but some would call it hope. The inevitability of life is that change happens despite your best efforts. Recognizing the good as the facade of your dreams crumbles takes time. The last walk through the doors felt oddly dull, but good.
Dreams change with time as well, but you can’t look back. Moving through the trees lined in festive lights before dawn still makes me smile. The direction is just the opposite of what I had once thought.