Max gives me wine, I never get the wine, I send him condolence cards for the wine he's wasted on this pathetic troglodyte. I 'm afraid to drink Max's wine.
Then he gave me this, his pet project, 2007 Hubert Weber Malbec. I opened it this past weekend. This wine: was a revelation. This wine was an intelligent mystery of hushed tones lingering in dark corners. Many amazing wines I've been privileged to experience, they were self-contained stories that I didn't necessarily need to pursue. This is the first bottle of wine that, when done, I thought "I need to do that again." Entirely satisfying and complete while still full of secrets only hinted at. I need to know those secrets.
This is Freddy. He works here. I adore him, look at the pose, how could you not?
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On day three of the wine (and also on my day off) we all ended up in The Cave to fix some crumbling floor. I figure stretching the wine into a third day was flirting with danger, so while working on the floor Freddy and I killed the bottle, passing it back and forth, taking swigs. It was fantastic.
Here's a quote from Eric Asimov's book, How to Love Wine, which I just finished. Good book for confused, freighted, overwhelmed newbies, it'll talk you down off the edge. The quote is from wine importer (no longer on earth) Joe Dressner.
