An opulent, generous and perfectly offbeat Viognier, a wine like waking up from the dreamiest slumber to a piece of very, very good news.
This wine is charismatic and compelling from the jump, with the kind of nose you could spend the rest of your life contemplating: almondine and intoxicatingly perfumed, but with a savoury, almost sherry-esque umami backbone.
The palate is a baroque symphony of sweet miso, dried apricot, condensed milk and cognac-macerated pear. This is a wine that could pair with just about anything– duck a l’orange, Moroccan chicken tagine, and Manchego cheese are merely a few options that come to mind, but we urge you to think outside the box– this is a challenging, complex wine that is absolutely up to the task.
GOOD FOR —
Sipping digestif-style while reading classics in the library of an extravagant château
Time-travelling to turn-of-the-century Vienna or Prague for an affair with a tortured poet
Pairing with one of Beethoven’s odd-numbered symphonies
An epic autumn sunset over the Pacific ocean
• Vintage: 2020
• Grapes: 100% Viognier
• Appellation: Okanagan Valley Region, Naramata Bench
• ABV: 12.7%
• Acidity: 5.3 g/l tartaric acid
• pH: 3.46
• Sugar: 1.0 g/l
• Vinification: Fermented in barrels, malolactic fermentation. Aged 6 month in French Oak barrels.
• Recommended Drinking: Now through 2028
Open bottle & chill in the fridge until properly cold. Let the temperature come up to a classic cellar temperature as you move through the bottle to experience some of the more nuanced notes of the wine.
THE STORY BEHIND THE WINE
THE SAINT
There’s more than I could ever try. Bite sized, every flavour, texture, and variety. I’m spinning with the sensory overload. Or is it the cider. Pintxos, so help me, where have you been all of my life.
Bouncing from place to place, through narrow walkways that look of another time. A chance encounter in the place of old with a familiar face. Long lost? Nostalgia further blurs what started as a delightful crawl.
Ambulancia! No!…..no ambulancia! Or so the argument progressed before the cab driver took us home. The weight of friendship was felt that night.
A sheepish walk to the beach the next morning, I quietly contemplated the right words. Pintxos?