Exotic and yet strangely familiar, this wine smells of California mission figs, damp soil in a shady redwood forest, freshly-baked German plum torte, the singing acidity of just-cleaved fruit, freshly baked brownies cooling in a suburban kitchen window, and cassis. It's so wonderfully complex that honestly? I could probably sit here smelling it for half an hour; it's as elaborate and fluid as a Guerlain perfume.
Texturally, it's fascinating, simultaneously hard and porous, with an initial impression of hard, ripe tannin quickly changing to a soft, slippery, sensual decay of just-melted chocolate. Beyond the texture, though, is still-present, still-youthful black cherry fruit, cheerfully slipping into warmer cigar box and cedar notes, finishing softly into a long, slow dissolve into dried herbs and dark bread baked in a wood-fired oven.
Ironically, it's the sweetness here that marks this wine as distinctly what it is. If that weren't here, it would remind me of a Loire red, given its firm tannin and wonderfully complex notes of cherry, mineral, and herbs. However, it's that beautiful, pure Australian fruit that elevates it beyond the merely really f***ing good and into the phenomenal. There aren't many wines that can convincingly walk the line between Old World and New; just as Ridge Monte Bello does, this wine is simultaneously everything good about the Old and the New.
I would imagine there's another five or ten years' life left here; simultaneously, I can't imagine this being any better than it is right now.
Texturally, it's fascinating, simultaneously hard and porous, with an initial impression of hard, ripe tannin quickly changing to a soft, slippery, sensual decay of just-melted chocolate. Beyond the texture, though, is still-present, still-youthful black cherry fruit, cheerfully slipping into warmer cigar box and cedar notes, finishing softly into a long, slow dissolve into dried herbs and dark bread baked in a wood-fired oven.
Ironically, it's the sweetness here that marks this wine as distinctly what it is. If that weren't here, it would remind me of a Loire red, given its firm tannin and wonderfully complex notes of cherry, mineral, and herbs. However, it's that beautiful, pure Australian fruit that elevates it beyond the merely really f***ing good and into the phenomenal. There aren't many wines that can convincingly walk the line between Old World and New; just as Ridge Monte Bello does, this wine is simultaneously everything good about the Old and the New.
I would imagine there's another five or ten years' life left here; simultaneously, I can't imagine this being any better than it is right now.
Fabulous note on what looks to be a sensational wine in its prime. Good Clare reds really are the bomb. I still smile at the excellent visit we made to the region.