Smells Fishy
Dragged along by six friends (French, American, Polish and Italian), despite my intent perverse snobbery, I had fun, albeit fetishistically perhaps...
From the fourth year of production, '03, Galil Mountain's Yiron acted meditatively as Amarone would (it approaches 15p/c). From the heights of Upper Galilee near the Lebanese border, this Kosher blend of Cabernet and Merlot with a dimple of Syrah, delivered a filling, cedar and ironically bacon scented aroma tally wine with a palate of lush black fruits, particularly blackcurrant, bevelled by vanilla and stroked by melting, but still slightly coarse tannins. The albeit one dimensional aftertaste hung around eagerly.
No one really talks about "the walk" - the moment when Sherpa leads diner to their fate. If I have booked a special offer via a concierge site, I worry intensely where the seater will put me.
Anyway, the dried frisbie had the texture of de-humidified drift wood. A Pisco sour at Browns rounded off an overall pleasurable day.
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