I time every journey
To bump into you accidentally, I charm you and tell you
Of the boys I hate, all the girls I hate, all the words I hate
All the clothes I hate, how I’ll never be anything I hate
You smile, mention something that you like
Oh, how you’d have a happy life if you did the things you like.
I get accused of being a little too existential and a little too romantic whenever I apply poetry to a wine. And don’t worry, I’m not going to get all blubbery like people do about Pinot Noir, but if you have a relationship with Merlot the way I do, each one of those six lines represent a tenant of Merlot you have experienced and taken as a whole fairly well define the variety.
And then there’s the people who say Merlot doesn’t age.
Nowhere is your vapid mailed-in softness; Nowhere is your fruit has-been bullshit that constantly arises about year: 4. The best Merlots come from Carneros. I keep saying this. People laugh. Stop laughing. Come taste this. I know what I’m talking about.
2004 CUVAISON Merlot Carneros Napa Valley