Hippies with muddy feet dance beneath the evergreens with portobello sandals. Spearmint is in the air! Luxurious texture, with a cinnamon and citrus oil playing backseat to a cran and blood orange exchange. A little hot in the middle, but this is day old juice, and getting tired. The depth is there; garam marsala, persimmon, pumpkin smoke, and a briny raspberry that tickles the tongue with cillia-like tannins giving the whisper of peach-fuzz. This is no prepubescent wine, though, sinewy muscles flex in the shadows, like a cheetah.
Hippies with muddy feet dance beneath the evergreens with portobello sandals. Spearmint is in the air! Luxurious texture, with a cinnamon and citrus oil playing backseat to a cran and blood orange exchange. A little hot in the middle, but this is day old juice, and getting tired. The depth is there; garam marsala, persimmon, pumpkin smoke, and a briny raspberry that tickles the tongue with cillia-like tannins giving the whisper of peach-fuzz. This is no prepubescent wine, though, sinewy muscles flex in the shadows, like a cheetah.
Dec 12th, 2015
Yamhill-Carlton, Willamette Valley, Oregon, USA
