Full-bodied Graves, not that sharp Kiwi style Savvy Blanc. With a California sumptuousness.
And without the semillon, thank God.
Rich golden color. So complex as it keeps changing in the glass, better as it warms. Butterscotch-y oak held in check by a balancing acidity. A rich tropical aroma and flavor, but not pineapple or whatever people attribute to Sauvignon Blanc. Something fatter than that: cocoanut, which happens to be one of my favorite flavors, intoxicating on its own. Yet underneath it all a (figuratively) grounding earthiness.
This is an artisanal wine that gracefully represents the Golden State. Wasn't "mellow" the big California word of the 60s and 70s? This beautiful wine is mellow, ageing beautifully, with just a hint of the autumnal about it. Wine to think about and savor.
Why aren't there more like this?
That was a rhetorical question.
This lovely wine was a Christmas gift from a well-known wine writer and blogger. And, obviously, a damn fine friend. Thanks, as they say, for sharing.