Nah, just kidding, this is Domaine Carneros where we went last week. The tasting was at XIV, a Michael Mina Joint on Sunset. But the Domaine made for a cooler picture so I put it in.
Gros Frere et Soeur Vosne Rominee, and Mongeard-Mugneret Nuits St. Georges. I think the Mongeard- Mugneret was my Burgundy of the night. The Gros was, well, gros. And I mean that in the French. It was big. Big and dark. Hugely dark, syrah like dark, what's-going-on-here-how-can-this-possibly-be-Burgundy-dark. It was one of those, "Huh?" moments. Not that I like to give scores anyway, but if I did, I wouldn't give one for this wine. I couldn't. I don't know what's going on. (As if that's stopped me before)
Then there was the Mongeard-Mugneret. This Nuits St. Georges was my Burg o' the tasting, by not the best wine there. Do you follow? Can't say I blame you. It had it's fruit up front, making it over the wall of the early tannins, and it's earth was there too, rounding out it's complexity. Nice mid-palate, more than decent finish. Interesting to play with. But was it love? Sadly, no.
And then, there was the Groffier Bourgogne. Now, this was fun. Like when your date shows up in sneakers, and you don't know for sure what you're going to do that night, but there's a good chance it just might involve hopping some fences. Light, sweet, nice little pucker. A doll. And a cheap date.
Some 06 Bordeaux as well: Le Tertre Roteboeuf, yeah, ok. It was nice, but not showing me much. I'm not one of those expert winetasters with a crystal ball, who starts palm reading the juice. It's there or it isn't, and for me, didn't get much. Sorry, buh-bye. My favorite was the 06 Roc de Cambes. I've liked their stuff lately. I feel like you could pick them out of a line up with a telltale chocolate nose. Like you just caught a six year old sticking their entire head in the cookie jar. What? Who, me? Good stuff.
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