Writings, Readings, Sippings and Provo.

Wine, With Some Screenwriting: Week Two

The minute hand was inching closer to completing its circle, midnight. The suburban, illinois-circa-1870’s look of the neighborhood was still clamoring with the voices of pent up youth, cling-clanging bells of quaint bicycles, and drunk BYU students (yes, it happens) flaying illegal firecrackers into the street. It was July the third; everyone and their seven children and their dog and their skateboards were migrating east, to Center Street, to camp for the next morning’s Fourth of July parade. We spoke much of our amazement as to the popularity of such a parade, taking careful note as to the volume of pimple-laced puerile holding one and others hands tightly as they shuffled the expanse of the road ways. Surely most of them weren’t actually camping for a parade,  surrounded by raucous joviality, in Provo Utah(!), for the sight of makeshift, small town parade floats, papier-mâché and all that. Could they? No. It must’ve been, we decided, the imminent danger from a [then] nearby forrest fire that sparked a seize-the-moment vitality among the towns folk.

Although we could barely hear over their shouting at such a late hour, we read on with the scripts we were to present. Wine flowed; all six bottles brought were opened ravenously as the night dulled on, as words and superfluously used parenthetical descriptions were read aloud until all meaning had been weathered away like a once jagged rock in a stream, the original outer composition no longer discernible. I suspect that the wine helped evoke some color into the words that were able to stand out from the monotone flow of the narrator’s voice. So, to the sampling table I journeyed, back and forth, many times during the last soggy hour of word slinging – my interruptions were vast, but it was the only way to stay awake. Needless to say, my tasting notes were more vast than the notes for the scripts.

The two, top wines, of the evening: Two Vines, 2009, Oregon Red and the Yellow Tail Cabernet/Shiraz (sans vintage).
The Two Vines was simply called a “Red.” Why I couldn’t take notes on what blend this “red” consisted of, I can’t apologize enough; my best guess would be a conglomerate of merlot, cabernet and pinot noir, from what I could gather from the taste. Two Vine’s website has an updated list of their 2010 vintages, outlining their cabernet, cab/shiraz, merlot, and merlot/cabernet selections. No more “red” selection to be found. Yet, there it was staring me in the face on the sample table at the reading. The writer who brought the bottle derisively clued me into an approximate price: “Eight or nineteen. Something like that.”
As for the Yellow Tail, what else can be said? Its corporate, inexpensive and widely mocked because of it. A third of their wine is made from their own vineyard in Riverina, Griffith; the rest is collected en masse to be blended according to industrial specialization and shipped out to the world. You could guff about it all you want, as I even tend to do, but it comes down to taste and enjoyment in the end, no? This wine ended up pleasing me just fine.

Two Vines, 2009, Oregon Red – “$8-19”
– Some plum and wet terrain is what I gathered from the nose.
– An off kilter fruit that exhibited plum and cherry. Some acid helped alleviate the flat range and mild linger.
Overall: Worthy, if indeed $8. This wine may have not made eccentric statement, but we all seemed to harbor a smirk of pleasantness after sipping it down. This would easily cull your senses with whatever it is you plan on cooking. Very embraceable.

Yellow Tail Cabernet Sauvignon – Shiraz – $8
– Crisp, like lettuce with an aroma of fallen, dead maple oak.
– Acid will first bite you, then ease as the flow reaches the back of your throat. Not much of a linger, and perhaps a touch too sweet with the faintest, horrid hint of syrup and petrol. Luckily there is redemption as you slosh it around your tongue, grasping the just-so enjoyment of this, hardly awful, yet unbalanced, sipper.
Overall: Worthy. That one word should be reason enough to go ahead and pick up a bottle. Every other bottle of Yellow Tail I’ve tasted has been… Awful.
Quote of The Evening:

“You write a wine blog? What for?”

“Just to write about wine. Reviews and the what not. Want me to send you a link?”

“No. Not at all.”

[awkward pause]

 

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