Clear bright ruby with wide amber edges.  Lovely, wonderful funk blows off to rich wet leather–sweaty, even–and reveals deep black-currant fruit and root-beer.  Rich and round in the nose, decrying its fairly thin color.  I’ve tasted a few Gilroy wines.  Troublingly enough, they all had issues with garlic and pickles.  This suffers no such ill.  This could be a Pinot.  It is that nuanced and balanced and layered with interesting bits.  It is so refreshing when Rhone varieties exemplify something of a more Burgundian nature.  Too much time–and FAR too many wine dollars–are spent on Syrah and Grenache crafted in a style overblown by all standards, far too ripe and fat, over-extracted and dense, only moronically paired with food–a meal in THEMSELVES–and an instant buzz.  Hey, to each their own: if you want wines you can’t suck between the gap in your front teeth and get you drunkie-poo with your girlfriends or your pseudo-wine-dork pals on the first glass, knock yourself out.  I’ll just sit over here and judge.  Meanwhile, apart from your tourist-plonk-reality, I have a real wine in my glass.  In the mouth, concentrated and round, with a rough edge seamlessly woven into even the entry.  I expect my Grenaches to be a little rough… old-worldy… Even in a beautifully balanced and supple example, I don’t particularly want them “elegant”.  They need shit going on in them and this one HAS IT.  A beautiful acidity toys with the rich fruit and even sweetness.  See, now there is the difference between last night’s 2010 and tonight’s 2010.  A wine cloying, fat and disgusting with actual sweetness and a wine so balanced, so ripe, so perfectly hitting on all cylinders it is sweet nectar on the palate.  Deep, bright cherry, Mexican cola, a shard of briar and all packed in with bright, viable tannin.  This is a 15$ wine.  This is my new favorite Grenache.  Fuck your Santa Barbara 45$ 15-8’s and Paso 30$ 16-5’s.  I know Randall didn’t set out to create an opus here, but this is a STUNNING wine.  13-1  ♦♦♦