A sleek & stylish Syrah with a beguiling inner magnetism & seductive glint in its eye— if it were a person it would be some sort of crazy game-changing hybrid of James Bond & James Dean.
Fresh & light-bodied, yes, but juicebox-y one-note park wine this Syrah is not! This is a lighter red with a backstory, a glass of wine like a mystery to be solved: it’s like standing in front of a Jackson Pollock painting, an endless parade of new details to uncover.
Red & blue fruit flavours stroll hand-in-hand with bright green eucalyptus & swirls of spicy tobacco; classic savoury Syrah notes of crispy bacon, cigar box, & leather saddle are woken up by an electric flash of grape stem on the finish. This is a red that can pair with literally anything, even nothing: it’s a red wine drinker’s aperitif!
GOOD FOR —
A high-stakes second date you’re a little too emotionally invested in
Knocking the socks off of every guest at a table full of wildly divergent palates
Post-motorcycle ride skirt steak al fresco (heavy on the char)
A cheeky solo glass at a sleek granite bar (the best date of all, obviously)
• Vintage: 2017
• Grapes: 100% Syrah from Aasha Wines Estate Vineyard
• Appellation: Okanagan Valley Region, Naramata Bench
• ABV: 13.4%
• Acidity: 5.80 g/l tartaric acid
• pH: 3.60
• Aging/Maturation (Fermentation): Extended maceration, sixteen months in French Oak barrels. 20% new oak.
• Recommended Drinking: Now through 2031
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
FROM HERE ON IN
I wandered aimlessly. Desperately trying to stay on course. Pain caused by you while trying to help creates an unrelenting fog.
Past midnight, streets filled with unrecognizable cheer. Sounds of happy conversation and celebration. Inescapable, despite knowing the way. Weirdly punishing, self indulgent.
Light was distant, but life went on. How could I proceed? Numbing pain is instinctive but never sustainable. I did my best but failed. Torment was a reminder it would happen again.
“You did what you could, nothing would have changed.” I told myself this many times, but in her voice, weight lifted. Light came back, but remembering was requisite. Not to self-inflict, not for virtue, but for more.