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1955 Pétrus
4/28/2024 - BellevuePhil Likes this wine: 98 Points
In the hallowed halls of oenological mastery, few wines command the reverence and mystique of the 1955 Pétrus. With each bottle representing a piece of vinicultural history, I embark upon a journey of sensory exploration, eager to unlock the secrets held within its ancient depths.
As the cork surrenders to my gentle persuasion, releasing decades of anticipation in a subtle pop, the air becomes charged with the aroma of aged elegance. Pouring the wine into the glass reveals a hue reminiscent of polished mahogany, its rich depths hinting at the wisdom acquired over sixty-nine years of maturation. With each swirl, the wine bestows upon me a kaleidoscope of scents—earthy truffles, velvety plums, and whispers of tobacco that dance gracefully upon the air.
Upon the first sip, time itself seems to stand still as the wine envelops my senses in a symphony of flavor. The palate is greeted by an opulent tapestry of dark fruits—black cherries, ripe figs, and sun-kissed currants—each layer unfolding with the grace of a well-rehearsed ballet. Yet, beneath this veneer of fruit lies a depth of complexity that can only be achieved through decades of patient aging. Notes of leather and forest floor intermingle with hints of cedar and spice, creating a mosaic of flavor that evolves with each passing moment.
But beyond the sensory delights of the wine itself, each sip evokes memories of a bygone era—a time when the world was poised on the brink of change, and life was lived with a certain effortless elegance. It calls to mind evenings spent in dimly lit bistros, the air thick with the aroma of Gauloises and the laughter of lovers entwined in the dance of passion. It conjures images of Parisian boulevards, where artists and intellectuals gathered to debate the meaning of life over glasses of velvety Bordeaux.
Yet, for all its historical significance, the 1955 Pétrus remains a wine of unparalleled beauty and grace—a testament to the artistry of its creators and the enduring power of the vine. Each sip is a journey through time and space, a fleeting glimpse into a world long past yet forever enshrined in the amber liquid that now graces my glass.
As I sit here, bathed in the warm glow of nostalgia and the intoxicating embrace of the 1955 Pétrus, I am reminded of the profound connection between wine, memory, and the essence of life itself. This is not merely a beverage; it is a portal to a world of dreams and desires, where every sip is a step closer to unlocking the secrets of the universe.
Maybe ill pen a song after this wine, and just a side not from a gentleman, why can't i find a woman like the 1955. Petrus?
NOTE TO SELF: DECANT ONE HOUR GLASS BY GLASS OMG AMMMAZING
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2015 Liber Pater
4/28/2024 - BellevuePhil Likes this wine: 96 Points
In the dimly lit ambiance of my private studio, the tubes on my twin reverb glowing red and my 69 Les Paul by my side, I took a break to uncork a bottle of the 2015 Liber Pater Graves, anticipating a journey through time and taste. As the wine cascaded into the glass, its deep garnet hue hinted at the richness within. With each swirl, aromas of ripe blackberries, velvety plums, and hints of cedar wafted elegantly, seducing the senses with their complexity.
Upon the first sip, the wine enveloped my palate with layers of luscious dark fruits, intermingled with notes of vanilla and toasted oak. Its velvety texture danced gracefully across my tongue, leaving a lingering finish that beckoned for another sip. The tannins, though present, were supple and well-integrated, adding structure to the wine without overpowering its finesse.
As the wine poured into the glass, its deep garnet hue shimmered with a velvety allure, hinting at the depths of flavor that awaited exploration. Swirling the wine gently, I observed its legs cascade down the sides of the glass, a silent testament to its viscosity and complexity. With each inhale, I was enveloped in a tapestry of scents—ripe blackberries mingling with seductive whispers of vanilla and cedar, inviting me to delve deeper into its depths.
Upon the first sip, the wine unfurled on my palate like a luxurious tapestry, weaving together layers of flavor with finesse and grace. The velvety texture caressed my tongue, while the symphony of dark fruits danced across my taste buds in harmonious melody. Notes of plump plums, succulent blackberries, and hints of dark chocolate mingled seamlessly, creating a symphony of flavor that lingered on the palate, beckoning for another indulgent sip.
I am transported back to that unforgettable evening, where music, passion, and wine intertwined in a symphony of pleasure. Each sip is a testament to the artistry of winemaking and the enduring memories forged in moments of pure indulgence. The 2015 Liber Pater Graves is not just a wine; it is a journey—a sensory voyage through time and taste, forever etched in the annals of my most cherished memories.
As I savored each sip, memories flooded back to me, reminiscent of a concert in May of 2017 at Patinoire Meriadeck. That night, I took to the stage alongside Simple Minds, the pulsating rhythm of the music electrifying the air. Amongst the sea of faces, one stood out—a maiden with cascading blonde hair and lips as red as the finest Bordeaux. Her presence was intoxicating, much like the wine I now indulged in.
After the show, we escaped into the night, the city lights twinkling like stars above. A cab whisked us away to the luxurious confines of the Intercontinental, where I indulged in the presidential suite. There, amidst opulent surroundings, we uncorked two bottles of this very wine, immersing ourselves in its sensory delights until the first light of dawn kissed the sky.
As I sit here, bathed in the warm glow of memories and the velvety embrace of the 2015 Liber Pater Graves, I am reminded of the profound connection between wine, music, and the essence of life itself. This wine is more than a mere libation; it is a conduit to moments of pure bliss and unbridled passion—a celebration of all that makes life worth living.
NOTE TO SELF: BREATH TWO HOURS
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1986 Château Canon
4/24/2024 - BellevuePhil wrote: 93 Points
In the opulent tapestry of oenological delights, where each bottle holds the promise of a new adventure, the 1986 Château Canon surprised me. I thought it was a mere 91 before it was popped, but it emerges as a luminary, casting its radiant glow upon the palates of the discerning.
As a member of upper society, an adventurer, a scoundrel, a showoff, and a rock musician, I've navigated the labyrinthine corridors of taste and indulgence, seeking the elixir that can stir the soul and ignite the senses.
On the palate, the 1986 Château Canon unfolds with remarkable finesse and complexity. Velvety smooth, yet imbued with a profound depth, it coats the tongue with layers of luscious dark fruits, intertwining with nuances of tobacco, leather, and a subtle hint of earthiness. The wine's structure is impeccable, with finely integrated tannins providing a sturdy backbone that carries the flavors to a crescendo.
On the palate, the 1986 Château Canon reveals its true mastery, weaving a tapestry of complexity and finesse. Layers of ripe berries and plums dance upon the tongue, accompanied by notes of tobacco and cedarwood, evoking memories of crackling fires and clandestine encounters in the Alaskan wilderness. Yet, there is a subtlety to its richness, a nuance that speaks of sophistication and refinement, much like the delicate balance between passion and restraint.
With each sip, the wine unfurls like a lover's embrace, enveloping the palate in a symphony of flavors. Ruby-red in hue, it beckons with a bouquet redolent of black cherries, cassis, and a hint of vanilla, reminiscent of the sweet whispers exchanged beneath the Northern Lights.
Please dear brothers and sisters, let me transport you to a night of unparalleled enchantment, a night where the 1986 Château Canon became more than just a wine—it became a conduit for the most intimate of experiences. Picture a Saturday evening in Girdwood, the air pregnant with anticipation as the Northern Lights shimmered overhead like celestial dancers. In the cozy confines of a ski resort lodge, I found myself entwined in a whirlwind romance with a Latina goddess from Venezuela, her fiery spirit igniting a flame within me that burned brighter than the midnight sun.
As we uncorked two bottles of the 1986 Château Canon, its crimson elixir a reflection of our passion, we embarked on a journey that would etch itself into the annals of memory. With hearts aflame and spirits unbound, we ascended to the summit of the ski resort, where a rustic cabin stood sentinel beneath the star-studded sky. With the audacity befitting a scoundrel and the bravado of a showoff, we broke through the threshold of propriety and into the sanctum of our desires.
Beneath the canopy of stars, amidst the heady aroma of aged oak and wildflowers, we surrendered ourselves to the primal rhythm of love. Good Lord she got me hooked on Latina and it's this memory that enveloped my senses as I popped this wine tonight.
The 1986 Château Canon bore witness to our passion, its velvety texture and lingering finish a testament to the ecstasy that enveloped us. In that fleeting moment, time stood still, and we were but two souls intertwined in a dance as old as the universe itself.
As I raise my glass to the memory of that fateful night, the 1986 Château Canon becomes more than just a wine; it becomes a vessel for the stories we carry within us, a testament to the transformative power of love and adventure. In its depths, I find not only the taste of a bygone era but also the echoes of a life lived with passion and purpose. And so, dear connoisseur, I invite you to join me in raising a toast to the 1986 Château Canon—a wine that transcends the boundaries of time and space, weaving tales of romance and adventure with every sip. Cheers to life, love, and the pursuit of epicurean delights!
NOTE TO SELF: WINE SURPRISED ME. OPENED LIKE A YOUNG MAIDEN AFTER THREE HOURS TO REVEAL A WINE THAT WAS AMAZING. DECANT THREE HOURS (MAYBE FOUR WAS OPENING AS i DRANK IT)
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