Thin garnet with wide watery edges. Cleaner and gym socks with a solid mate of tree-trunk. The place where petrichor or minerality should be is instead the stain in the center of a parking space. The flabbiness on this thing makes honey-Booboo seem lithe. Burnt, oxidized fruit hanging out mid-bouquet offers a washing-machine-in-the-garage combination of fat and fresh. A tiny asparagus streak is the wine’s only redeeming trait. This label had been on my radar for some time. I walked into a resty tonight on #NATIONALZINFANDELDAY and there it sat and I couldn’t resist. I had heard great things. Oh my. In the mouth, a chemically front–more of an afront–lasts just long enough for the AL burn to take hold. Depressingly watery and shockingly acrid at the same time–a turpentine rinse after a cough-cherry bath.
2012 Anglim Zinfandel St. Peter of Alcantara Paso Robles 14.5
Stephen McConnell 