The amber glow of transparent brick. The ghastly boiled green beans, rubber glove and butane-eucalyptus-fire nose that says baby-powder once dusted this wet tree-limb. Thin bitter body emaciated to make Kate Moss look like Pam Anderson and Gratitude Cafe look like Charlie Palmer’s. Gaunt and sagging, no tone, no fruit, no body, an ACRE of gap, translucent-pale and un-ironically dressed in pop-culture tee’s and dog-hair covered leggings, this sad spectre in a $2.00 bottle will certainly thrill anyone over 20 still into cosplay & anime.
Rang Dong Chateau, baby. Nestled in the heart of Napa Valley. So that’s what we’re calling American Canyon these days. Funny, I don’t recognize that chateau, but I’m thinkin of making a reservation. You come, Joe?
2011 RANG DONG WINERY Merlot Napa Valley 14.0