MS Wine Drinkers, Lift Those Glasses
Tuesday, April 17th, 2007
If you’re in or around Jackson, Mississippi, have I got news for you. This Saturday evening brings the wine event of the year: Sante South Wine Festival. Over 30 wineries will pour over a 100 wines, with a dozen local restaurants providing delectable treats.The center courtyard of Highland Village, a quaint outdoor mall, provides the perfect setting with its cobbled walkways, fountains, benches, flowers & trees, and scattered artwork.
Back story: when I attended the first one two years ago, I had just returned to the Jackson area with plans for finding a wine job. Thinking this festival would be a great opportunity to meet people in the industry, I did a little research on each winery being represented (and even had index cards with notes). However, a combination of my being shy and enjoying the wine a bit too much–this was before I began to spit–didn’t exactly lead to any offers. At the time, it didn’t matter. That was the first time I hung out with the sommelier, who is now one of my dearest friends. We bonded afterwards over the Guntrum “Yellow Fantasy” and rosemary & honey glazed chicken at Julep, right around the corner. Not that we needed any more wine, or food, at that point. (more…)

When I went over to a friend’s last night for a little wine, I brought with me a bottle of 2003 Concannon Petite Sirah. I was telling her how it was the first bottle of wine anyone in California gave me. At some random off-site tasting, I had a nice conversation with Jim from
I had told him how when I came out to the area in December 2005, trying to find a job, I decided to drive to Concannon. I have always had a special place in my heart for Petite Sirah and they produced the first. Perhaps he felt sorry for me because I mentioned it somehow took me 2 hours to make the drive from Palo Alto to Livermore, which should have taken 1. Actually, it was on that trip that I finally accepted my fate as bad with directions. Maybe it was when I had to call and cancel my appointment at Ridge, after driving back and forth on Highway 9 several times, explaining “the map sections of standardized tests were always my lowest score.”
The weather was ideal, as well. Just the right amount of breeze for going on a pleasant hike– no sign of mountain lions–and then a picnic lunch. I was quite pleased with the split of 2004 E.Guigal Côtes du Rhône blanc which was corked the
The other night a friend and I went to 
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The other night, some friends and I decided to hop over to The Red Bird in downtown Missoula, with its newly added wine bar. We all began with the wine specials, so on the table were glasses of Sparkling Shiraz, a Spanish rosato, one French wine of Mourvedre and Grenache (the waitress didn’t tell us which region), and an Austrian blend with Riesling, Muscat, and Sauvignon Blanc. We had appetizers of champagne fondue and crab dip, which didn’t go with my sparkling red, I know, but for once I didn’t insist on a perfect pairing. And though all of our glasses were very empty when the food arrived, we still managed to have quite a good time.
Two friends are going to Spain this week for a
The 2002 Bodegas Iranzo Tempranillo (100%) proudly bears the stamp “made with organically grown grapes.” My quickly scribbled tasting notes (sometimes that happens when the food looks too good to concentrate on the wine alone) indicate aromas of raspberry and dirt, with more of the same on the palate, along with tobacco. It did go very nicely with the cheese risotto (something I’ve never made before but
Next weekend is all about Pinot Noir (ok, and probably a little green beer) for Bay Area residents. If you can look to your left or right and see the Santa Cruz Mountains, you’ll be in the right place.
What a good idea it was. We met up at
With glasses and spit cups in hand, we made it through the crowds in a bit of a daze, no concrete plan in mind, as we’d forgotten the list of winners (and not all winners are present at the tasting anyway). Readers and drinkers, with a wine glass, paper cup, loaf of bread, etc. in hand, it’s hard to take notes or pictures. So we’ll have to rely on my memory for the stand-outs.

