Classic classic Napa cab. Unfortunately, a style of classic becoming more and more classic with every Napa cab you open. Thick and impenetrable, a nose of obtuse sweaty roasted ripeness flowered with brown banana and dark muddled heroin-infused cherry. In the mouth, watery syrup packing all grainy concentration and no sparkling life. Dense and hair-conditioner dank, depressingly un-alive with no acidity, the structure a soggy tower of infernal heat and sugary final kisses with just enough briar to make people who hate cab hate it. A wine the 99 will gargle with relish and the rest of us will sound more and more crazier shitting on. At nearly 10, it’s not going anywhere–but where was it, ever? Kill your television, burn your bra, and stop making wines like this for the Silver Bullet crowd to get your mom drunk in Yountville.

2015 FOLEY JOHNSON #cabernetsauvignon Rutherford #napavalley 15.1