Andrew Januik 2011 Stone Cairn cabernet sauvignon

With the upcoming wine liar’s convention on the radar, we salute wine bloggers with the stupidity they shamelessly display on their sites. First, there’s the fugly old goat of a failure who leeched his way onto Seattle’s former “other newspaper” by ripping the customers who frequent the big-box wine stores and accusing those patrons of not buying “local” when they should be paying more for the same wine at some small-time local hoodrat’s store. Listen, you shriveled, Viagra-popping face-got-run-over-by-a-BevMo-semi raisin’d palate, those places employ “local” people who live here and contribute to their communities. Those stores attract a demographic that ma-and-pa Peter’s Wine Esquins cannot entice. I may not buy wines from them but I get some damn good beers there and the people are courteous, unlike the corrosive rant spewed on that poorly edited post. There should be a law that anyone over 43 be disallowed to blog about wines because they are so out of touch with the world. Especially if they failed in selling wine in a previous life. That goes for you, too, Stanley. Next is that brainless cleft-lipped monstrosity that continues to boast that retarded cliche “it’s wine o’clock somewhere.” Her latest posts, despite being a self-proclaimed Washington wine advocate, focuses on Mollydooker and Franciscan Estate wines. Hmm, last I checked those wineries could not be found within Washington’s borders. It’s one thing to occasionally dip into “outside” wines, if anything, to reaffirm that Washington’s wines are clearly superior. It’s quite another to stay focused on second-tier world wines that only rank competitively with the lower-end Precept wines. Then, there’s that Bullshit Wine Reporter’s posts… look at the last month of his posts– not one single investigative topic about a Washington winery or winemaker. The only “focus report” in that time is a self-promoting Glee-type post begging readers to vote for him in some kiddie-school “best wine blog” category. Let’s all thank Amazon.com for shutting this dude’s trap. Hey Bezos, keep driving your slaves, ya buddy! Finally, there’s the grand old mule who thinks he owns the rights to making Washington wine so popular today that no one in southern California has heard of any world-class wines being made here. This guy failed twice at his own blog site then moved his reviews to Facebook only to publicize his ghostly effort at making wine for Tumbleweed Cellars with (a lot of) help from a conglomerate’s winemaking team and cherry-picking vineyards like ANY newly-minted winemaker here. Imagine the creepiness of having an 80 year-old senior wine writer on Facebook… can you say “pedophile”? And after all that heavy failure, the guy ends up promoting his asshat band because he couldn’t make any money with his reviews or heavily-biased-toward-his-Walla-Walla-hoodrats wine book? Hey Sean, here’s a look into your future in twenty years… failed blog, failed marriage with no kids, have to move out of Seattle due to cost of living, writing a book for the equivalent of 8 cents an hour effort, leading some hick banjo-slinging folk band, and forced out of the region’s preeminent newspaper writing about wine due to no one giving a f*ck. Yeah, better enjoy it now before you get reassigned to some remote un-air conditioned fulfillment center way out in the tulies. And you still wonder what’s my beef with Washington wine bloggers and their self-serving motives? Dummfux.

I present to you more evidence of a successful passing of the baton to the next generation of winemakers in the state of Washington with Andrew Januik’s highly anticipated and smashing debut of his eponymous winery. Andrew is the younger son of world-renowned master winemaker, Mike Januik, and a longtime cellar rat, unlike the fly-by-nights that plague the Lake Chelan wineries. Andrew, when not getting his ass beat by older brother, Donald, would sneak into the lab on weekends and work on pH and total acids when most of his kind would be sneaking into some girl’s bedrooms. It also helped that he had two fundamentally sound mentors in duck-father Mike and fellow Novelty Hill winemaker, bulldog Scott Moeller. And, unlike most scraping-by, aspiring winemakers, his “college of hard knocks” was (and still is) the beautiful Frank Lloyd Wright-esque monument that is Januik/Novelty Hill wineries.

With this background, one can expect his wines to be textbook fundamentally sound and clean and this first offering does not disappoint in such high expectations. Despite being a hefty 27 years of age, Andrew has made a wine from a most difficult vintage that is pure and representative of Washington’s jewel of an AVA, Red Mountain. Mark my words, this is not an easy or simple wine to make from year 2011 grapes. Many have fallen or taken a backseat compared to their typical production quality standard, marking 2011 as their “worst” wine in a lineage. Yes, some may say that the 2011 vintage will shine years down the road, but that is just a weakass guess to sell 2011 wines. The fact is, 2011 will be the forgotten vintage for wine connoisseurs who are nursing their own verticals of their favorite fanciful-named wines. However, for a winemaker to begin his journey with the 2011 vintage with such a polished effort as this, the future is boundless with possibilities! 2011 love never felt so good…

Tasted at 58-65 degrees on the IR temp gun. Pleasing deep garnet-black magenta in the Riedel with layered aromas of smoky blackberry, dark cherry, plum, and rich polished wood. Smooth and seamless on the palate with an eternal presence (10+ seconds) displaying raspberry, black pepper, blackberry, sweet rolled tannins, fine dust, nutty espresso, dried bark, stinging nettle, and carpenter’s workbench. This tasted like a French businesswoman… never standing up to overpower its Texas-bbq beef or chicken cutlet with plum sauce peers but never running away from its stage call either.

Alcohol: 14.2%. Vineyards: Shaw and Obelisco. Red Mountain AVA. 4% merlot, 2% cab franc. Aged 21 months in 50% new French, 36% 1-year French, and 14% new American oak. TA 0.53. pH 3.70. 199 cases. Released March, 2014. Sold out but can be found at Januik Winery… if you beg or you’re an Oregon alum. Power: 2/5. Balance: 3/5. Depth: 3/5. Finesse: 3/5. Rated: 91. Value: $35. Paid: $40. Music pairing: “Love Never Felt So Good” by Michael Jackson and Justin Timberlake. This is WAwineman… uncorked, uneducated but not uncouth.

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VINTJS 2012 Columbia Valley carmenere

Another July coming up, another lameass wine liars convention passing through. The editors here at this blog got sucked into another planning meeting to “unify” the local scribes, but, as usual, the chatter melted down to the usual ineptitude so on display at these blogger’s caves. We also net-met with wine blokes across the pond due to this being a World Cup year. Let’s take a look…

Uwe von Pusser: “Not a chance USA will beat Germany at the World Cup.”
WAwineman: “That’s what the Germans said in World Wars I and II. How’d that work out for ya?”

Zits: “Hey, no offense but why are you bad at soccer?”
Prince Andrew: “You mean ‘football’.”
Zits: “It’s soccer when America wins more games than you.”

Antoine: “We will destroy those Africans! If it was a real war, the French just purchased some new tanks that have 14 gears!”
Alex: “Yeah, 13 go in reverse and 1 goes forward in case the enemy attacks from behind.”
WAwineman: “Good one! That reminds me… what’s the 100 meter sprint called in France?”
Antoine: “100m? I don’t know.”
WAwineman: “French self-defense.”

Onto typical wine blogger topics…

Sean: “Okay guys, I need help. What are some one-liners you use to get a first date?”
Sean: “I used this one on Jameson… My dick just died. Can I bury it in you?”
Josh: “I used this on my wife… You smell like trash. Can I take you out?”
David: “Margo got hooked on this one… If your right leg was Christmas and your left leg was Easter, would you let me come over for dinner in between the holidays?”
Antoine: “This one worked on Sarah… Do you want to play war? I’ll lay on the ground and you can blow the f*ck outta me!”
Bill Pollock: “I hung out at Pike Market once and tried this on a tourist… Oh you’re Australian? Would you like an Australian kiss? It’s like a French kiss, but only down under.”
Babs: “Hey Sean, remember this one from the backyard barbecue that you used on me? Are you a termite? Cause you’re about to have a mouth full of wood… Too bad it turned out to be a toothpick.”
Bean: “I practiced this on myself, with success… I wanna tongue punch you in the fart box.”
Jameson: “I surprised Sean with this winner… I would hide every chair in the world, just so you would have to sit on my face.”
Shona: “I fell victim to this 40 years ago… My name’s Skittles. Wanna taste my rainbow?”
Cheryl: “My short-lived husband got me with this… I’m no weatherman but you can be expecting more than a few inches tonight.”
Benny: “My wife was with her gang in front of the library when I slipped this on them… I know you ladies haven’t been studying. You must want the D.”
Rand: “As you know, I’m very old-fashioned so I hit on my daughter’s friend with this… My teddy bear just died. Would you sleep with me tonight?”
Paul Gwine: “I got my war horse the old-fashioned way also… Did you just sit on a pile of sugar, cause you’ve got a pretty sweet ass.”
Tom: “I’m an intellectual so I used this on my ex-wife… I’m like a Rubik’s Cube. The more you play with me, the harder I get.”
Clive: “I tried to hit on Cyndy once but she was one step ahead of me… I said ‘I was gonna tell you a joke about my dick, but it’s too long.’ She owned me with her reply, ‘Oh really? I was gunna tell you a joke about my vagina, but you’ll never get it.'”
Sean: “I got Anny to notice me with this… I’m not Asian but I’ll still eat your cat.”

Carmenere is the grape your grandfathers forgot to tell you about. Carmenere is also the wine that no rational-minded Carmens of the world will tell you is their favorite wine. It’s obscure. It’s gritty. It’s got the essence of unwashed armpit on a cool 95-degree day in Kerala. It’s also been a favorite of this blog for a few years… well before it got “sexy” by some late-comer’s article in the local fishwrap. And, still yet, no matter how much publicity carmenere wines get, the wines will continue to swim in the deepest part of the lake because no one understands or appreciates what carmenere grapes bring to the table. Oh sure, there are pockets of fanboys and fangirls that will eat up a good carmenere. Think Cooper Wine Company and Beresan Winery. These two wineries probably produce Washington’s best carmeneres, though not necessarily from grapes made in Washington. And, let’s not forget the pioneer winery (now extinct), Colvin Winery, that got us all hooked on carmenere grown in Washington. Nowhere else will you find a plethora of information on Washington carmenere than this blog. Even other wine writers use this blog as a reference, though they are too gutless to admit it. Besides, any and every dickwart writing about wine before 1994 (re: Paul Greg) thought Chilean merlot was just that… merlot. Wrong answer, fuckface.

Let’s face it, carmenere in its truest form is garden green. Bell pepper is the signature sensation. Yeah, not your most highly anticipated sensory perception when drinking wine. Regardless, true lovers of really good wine will take carmenere’s unusual profile and appreciate its unique persona and show respect by smartly pairing it with carmenerophile foods. Think peppered beef. Smoked pork tenderloin. Jerk chicken. Foods with some grit already encasing them. Pairing this with joke foods such as herb-crusted or stewed lamb reveals what a dipstick loser the writer is. Nobody serves lamb here on the wetside for dinner.

Found this bottle LAST WEEK on a trip to that bonhomie of supermarkets… Trader Joe’s. True, nothing’s ever on sale there, but the prices are so agreeable, there’s no need to have a sale. And the quality for the price delivers. My favorites that you cannot go wrong on are only two: the frozen paneer tikka masala and the breakfast mango-passion fruit granola cereal. I find any bitches that go as cray-cray as I do over these two meals and I will personally deliver an 8-hour orgasm. It’s that good, ladies.

So, what’s up with the name Vintjs? The back label says it refers to the word “vintages.” Riiiight. First off, (a) this is a single vintage. Ain’t no vintages here. Mebbe it’s more like “Vin” for vino or wine, and “tjs” for the store where it’s sold. Vintjs… Wine Trader Joe’s. You’re welcome.

Of note, in truth and labeling– this wine was produced by a reliable winery in Walla Walla’s own original all-girl winery, Bergevin Lane Vineyards. Once I saw that on the back-label and at less than a Hamilton, it went straight into my basket. Remember, it’s the 2012 vintage. Protip: 2012 is the Washington vintage that produces killer wines across the dollar spectrum. There are no duds from the 2012 vintage. Haven’t found one yet and I have cut a wide swath through Woodinville’s 100+ wineries. The very best values will be found in the cheapskate’s range of $8 to $30. This is the time to buy a boxed or canned wine if it displays a 2012 vintage. Seek out your favorite dollar store and buy out the supply. Rely on me for this.

Tasted at 55-67 degrees on the IR temp gun. Nose: raspberry, black pepper, cherry, bell pepper, crushed blackberry leaves, red licorice. Color: dark magenta. Mouthfeel: plush, full-bodied with good grip. Tail trail: 6 seconds. Flavors: black cherry, black dust, bell pepper, black pepper, raspberry, charred tips, red licorice. Refined roadburn in a Riedel.

Alcohol: 13.9%. Lots of cases. Trader Joe’s best return on investment to date. Columbia Valley AVA. No oak sensed so do not cellar this more than one year. No new oak = no tannins = no antioxidants = no cellaring. Stelvin cap. Power: 2/5. Balance: 2/5. Depth: 3/5. Finesse: 2/5. Rated: 89. Value: $20. Paid: $8.99. Music pairing: “You Can Rely On Me” by Jason Mraz. This is WAwineman… uncorked, uneducated but not uncouth.

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Dolan and Weiss Cellars 2013 Julia’s Dazzle rose wine

All hail the San Antonio Spurs for destroying the M.I.A.-mi Ice to win it all! Tim Duncan should be worshipped like Larry Bird and Bill Russell, unlike the buy-a-title of Wade and LeBum James. That’s now four titles in nine years, and counting. Another old dog bites the dust as Casey Kasem finally kicked the bucket earlier Sunday right here in the Puget Sound after ushering in the modern pop era as host of a radio show called “American Top 40.” Most of us don’t know why anyone would be so glued to a radio box but, I guess, back in the day, that was the only way to get a dose of popular tunes. Kinda sad how that generation grew up– I mean, look at their phones with the round, numerical dial and that bulky music file storage system called… 8-track, that’s about the size of my tablet. Speaking of tablet, back then it was something you swallowed to correct some malady (see Paul Gregutt and his anti-diarrheals that’s really for his mouth). And, what the hell was up with the antennas on the tv? And those tvs… looked like mini-refrigerators! And what was up with all that music they called ‘disco’ and the outlandish fashions that mutated from it? But, let’s look at the bright side… that was the decade of the pimp-mobile. The Delta 88, Grand Torino, Ford LTD, AMC Ambassador, etc. Bitches love cruisin’ in a pimp-mobile. Oh yeah, and then they had this thing called “drive-ins” where, on the outside, it was an open-air movie theater but on the inside, it was backseat applied sex-education on crushed Corinthian leather. Yeah, try doing that in your Uber or Lyft. Oh yes, and let’s not forget the decade’s greatest invention… Pop Rocks. Sure, its for kids but try giving a pouch of that to your honey just as she’s about to give you a bj. You haven’t lived until you tried it. #justsayin

Oh look, the wine blogging klan has nominated their asexual (and not attending) compatriots for several awards similar to Nickelodeon’s Kid’s Choice statues. Like who gives a flying fuck about wine bloggers?? These attention-starved, no-talent-in-a-real-field-that-pays-well, self-absorbed, butt-leaking lepers only care about being different and contradicting everyone else, all the while trying to score free wines in return for cheesy, hyped-up words. These half-wit fistulas, when not deworming their innards, seek recognition like some A-lister in the wine industry even though they have no business even associating with the many great and hardworking winemakers who make their living crafting their wines, then becoming a leech to the successes of the wineries. New wine bloggers know this– NOBODY cares what you think. Old wine bloggers know this– only your fake friends, who are forced to read your crap, stroke your ego because you quiz them despite you all having the exact same opinion that was forged by the fat smellier with the big title. And, converted wine bloggers from those weakass small-town newspapers– you weren’t good enough for Wine Expectorator and you’re still not good enough for Generation Me. Give it up, pick up a banjo, name your band Asshat (Yes I’m a) Asshat, and go sling it at some rural dive bar in the wheat fields.

Dolan & Weiss Cellars of Walla Walla is part of the con-glamourate of the Longshadows group of wineries that contract with all-star winemakers from around the world. One walkthrough their tasting room and you know where these wines want to be found… in the burled, dark wooded living rooms of overcompensated executives. And, the wines do deliver.

Julia’s Dazzle used to be a cult-find rose wine, partly due to its unique bottle shape that later becomes a serviceable, elegant vase. The 2013 version, thankfully, can be found everywhere these days, even at the gas station, but the quality is still there. The mystique is no longer, however.

This is a single-vineyard pinot grigio from The Benches vineyard near the Wallula Gap in the prehistoric section of the Horse Heaven Hills AVA.

Tasted at 48-56 degrees on the IR temp gun. Color: Yukon Chinook salmon. Nose: apple blossom, strawberry, peachberry. Mouthfeel: dazzling acids. Tail trail: 5 seconds. Flavors: peach cream, Granny Smith apple, melon, whack of grapefruit, tangerine dream, pineapple, pinch of baking spices. Wonderful with pesto pizza and garlic cheese bread.

Alcohol: 13.7%. No website. Power: 2/5. Balance: 3/5. Depth: 3/5. Finesse: 2/5. Rated: 90. Value: $20. Paid: $13. Music pairing: “Mama Told Me Not To Come” by Three Dog Night. This is WAwineman… uncorked and doing it right.

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3 Horse Ranch Vineyards 2011 Reserve syrah/mourvedre (Idaho)

Looks like that balding, aged old goat in Steve (Jacks) Himoff of Hosemasterbater insignificance retained his loser status after watching his crinkled fatass go down in the Belmont Stakes. Some 9 million dollars (from wannabe know-it-alls–just like in wine!) were bet on his California Dome to win some award and, just like his performance in the bedroom, he came up limp. Up north, it appears former American Top 40 deejay, Casey Kasem, met up with Paul Gutless (aka front-turd for his band– Asshat (Yes I’m a) Asshat) as it was reported Casey was admitted to a hospital with a flaring bedsore that could ultimately be his demise. And, as usual, that middle-aged asexual Sean begged his blind followers on Twitter for Seattle not to pass the $15/hr minimum wage law because that would mean uneducated immigrants would be making more than his cache of being a college-educated (notice he says he never graduated from college) herpderp who majored in neurology. I didn’t know you needed a degree to be considered neurotic. I was fortunate enough to chat with his gf, Anny, during the Copper River salmon shindig and she was in a depressed state after discovering she was a lesbian for dating Sean. That’s okay, Anny. Sometimes, the woman in a relationship carries the big dick while the male is just a cunt.

Anyone pull out the facial tissue, one more time, for Paul Guttless’s latest “farewell”? The 85 year-old looking barnacle with the cheap hair dye and curly, girly locks (based on his Facebook mugshot) has turned into a news snark of sorts, kinda like a sophomoric version of this blog. So, this ruffled, crinkled banjo-slinger has abandoned (yet again) his weakass, fake-y wine blog and has turned into a news soundbite and shameful self-publicizing folksinger for some rural dive bar and shlocking his wine that was really made by a 2nd-place Big Wine consortium. This is the destiny of a pathetic senior wine writer who for years refused to let outsiders admire the wonders of Washington wine and claim it as their discoveries. He wasn’t good enough to write for Wine Expectorator, ever, so he cajoled his fellow lemonparty dicksuckers at Choad Enthusiast to add a couple points to every Washington wine review. Then, based on Sean’s powerful ass-sucking, Paul chose him to continue the illusion that Washington wines are “owned” by Choad’s editors (aka freeloaders). After all, Sean knows nothing about using the 100-point system to rate a wine, choosing to diss rather than understand and learn, and preferring to use gay one-liners to slot a wine. What’s so funny (and sad) is no one buys that flimsy rag and thus, no one still knows how great Washington wines have become. That is… until they read this Washington wine blog.

3 Horse Ranch Vineyards sits in the up-and-coming Snake River AVA of the Gem State. Now, Idaho is far better known for things other than wine, such as French fries (Simplot), paper (Boise Cascade), semiconductor chips (Micron), and cut-rate supermarkets (Albertsons, WinCo Foods), but there is a growing wine industry shooting off of neighboring Washington for those winemakers who consider Walla Walla part of the “rat race” and yearn for better quality flyfishing expeditions. Yeah, if that’s you, get to know your ‘ho… Idaho.

The owners use estate fruit and have reached into the Walla Walla Valley AVA to grow some serious grapes. Recently, they started to craft their own wines and the improvement in quality winemaking has attracted some big buyers west of the Cascades. Regardless of whatever wine awards they garnered, this is still an Idaho wine. I. Da. Ho. Common responses include “Dafuq?,” “Idaho? What side of the Potomac are the grapes grown?,” and “It doesn’t look like a ‘ho.”

History will say this is the bottle (and vintage) that puts Idaho on the wine map. The Snake River Valley AVA is setting course as a future wine tourism destination and is already ahead of several Washington regions in terms of resort development. Ultimately, I think they will take a chunk of expendable cash from the hordes that invade the onion capital of the Northwest. I can see the jingle of “Drive east another hour to get the same quality at half the price” adding to Idaho’s lure. It just might work as Walla Walla is just too snooty these days. Hell, it’s already happening with wineries flocking south to the Oregon side of the border.

Syrah. My empire for a good Washington syrah. Thankfully, this is from Idaho so I won’t be holding a cardboard sign in front of Amazon world HQ anytime soon. Regardless of where it came from, this is a phuckin’ good wine that played well with homemade meatloaf. Syrah was supposed to be Washington’s guiding light, the wine that screams “Washington” like cabernet does for California and malbec for Argentina. Not. Gonna. Happen. There are some flat syrahs currently in tasting rooms in your area. Uninspiring. Eye-bonerless. Asensual. Disjointed. 2011. Enuff said. Well, not with Idaho in this case.

It’s easy to fall for the baited-hyperbole spewed by winemakers, wine awarders, and industry fcuks who only want to move wine because they are either on-the-take or have a vested interest in selling you that questionable bottle. It gets all the more fun when they say they are either (1) studying to be “master” certification, (2) work their second job schlepping wine at some overpriced restaurant, or (3) throw a bunch of useless terms that make them feel they know more about wine than you do. “This won double gold at Charlie Chan’s Seattle thingy so it’s the best of the best!” Hold it, dildo breath, the term “double gold” simply means every broke-ass moron at the judge’s table conferred with each other that the winery gave plenty of freebies so they should bestow their highest award to said wine that was donated. So, an “award” organization can have thirty shitty wines at the table and if a few of the wineries donated extras like a Kraft cheese plate or “authentic” Iberico ham from pigs raised in the Kent valley, well… you know how that goes. Bottom line is, multiple wines can get the “double gold” tag. Sounds good, means nothing. Sells wine? Maybe. Bottom line to that is a few well-connected, overpaid waiters duped wineries into scoring free wine. A cheap buzz. Here’s your double-gold and thanks for the $300 case of wine, dumbass.

Tasted at 63-68 degrees on the IR temp gun. Stern brick magenta in the Riedel with essences of black currant, plum, and meat locker. Full and wily on the palate, this baby delivered with a good flavor evolution of dusted blackberries, smoked ham, and pot roast. Not a lot of wood detected, which is a plus. Firm and balanced. This one is ready to go… now. Should be a winner with barbecued pig this summer.

Alcohol: 14.3%. Snake River Valley AVA. 83% syrah, 17% mourvedre. A few hundred cases. Power: 2/5. Balance: 3/5. Depth: 3/5. Finesse: 3/5. Rated: 91. Value: $30. Paid: $19. Music pairing: “Black Magic Woman” by Santana. This is WAwineman… uncorked, uneducated but not uncouth.

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Kirkland Signature 2012 Columbia Valley merlot

On assignment with another beverage but this has been a request-in-demand so here it is because in the natural process of selecting wines to review, we choose which wines will interest our readers the most, leaving behind other wines that may have a “bigger” name and advertising budget and doped up reviews on other bogus publications but too afraid to be screened naked here.

Some have said our reviews are not “liquid” enough to be referenced, but like any fine wine, we choose to be a “colloid” and let time and our cold April temperatures impact our wine review philosophy. Having leeches like Sean and the Gutless one filter our thoughts removes the neutrality and unbiased opinions that impact the quality of this blog. We choose to avoid the mumps and measles of the Washington wine industry.

Which is a reminder… If you haven’t already done so, vaccinate your rugrats (and yourself) before we catch one of their repugnant diseases! Last thing we need after a shopping blitz at Bellevue Square is a free gift of the plague on an escalator rubber handrest left by some snot-nosed punkass whose vegan mom with the saggy, unbalanced fake tits and Botox’d nosejob doesn’t believe in vaccines.

Tasted at 57-67 degrees on the IR temp gun. Color: garnet-rimmed dark magenta. Nose: black cherry, novice toast, raspberry, boysenberry. Mouthfeel: light medium-bodied. Tail trail: 9 seconds. Flavors: burnt black fruits, cloves, menthol.

Alcohol: 14.5%. Thousands of cases. Still contracted by DC Flynt MW Selections down in Paterson, WA. Further proof that one can be on top of the wine geek world and still make blah wine. On the flip side, this is about as good a nine-dollar Washington wine as you will find today. Blame the 2012 vintage for lifting this to acceptable levels.

Thousands of cases on sale now, but will be gone within a month as there are many a trailer-park weddings going on now through July 4. Power: 2/5. Balance: 1/5. Depth: 2/5. Finesse: 2/5. Rated: 87. Value: $10. Paid: $8.99. Love the bullshit on the back label… “round tannins… intense flavors… plum and cassis…” This is WAwineman… uncorked, uneducated but not uncouth.

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Guardian Cellars 2012 Entrapment chardonnay

Tasted at 55-59 degrees on the IR temp gun. Gorgeous 18k gold in the Riedel with equally opulent essences of lemon, peach, pineapple, and honey lead to a heavy presence on the palate. Firm and steady flavors of peach, kiwi, melon, mineral spirits, grapefruit and lemon evolve through the midpalate onto a sustained, even finish. Great with korma curry.

Alcohol: 14.1%. AKA ‘Cougar Juice’. Conner Lee Vineyard. Aged in 66.7% new French oak for 6 months. Made for 2016. 250 cases. Power: 3/5. Balance: 3/5. Depth: 3/5. Finesse: 3/5. Rated: 92. Value: $35. Paid: $30. This is WAwineman… uncorked, uneducated but not uncouth.

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Castillo de Feliciana 2012 albarino

Tasted at 55-60 degrees on the IR temp gun. Color: faint gold. Nose: lime, indoor swimming pool, lemon blossom. Mouthfeel: smooth and light, snappy, with an acid scrub. Tail trail: 6 seconds. Flavors: lime, lemon, white hibiscus. Paired with gingered tripe, bull tendon, and a spider roll. Wicked.

Alcohol: 13.2%. Columbia Valley AVA. Milton-Freewater winery. RS 1.0%. Still a very rare find in Washington albarino as only a handful of wineries have access to this scarcely planted grape. Best wine to pair with shellfish. Power: 2/5. Balance: 2/5. Depth: 2/5. Finesse: 2/5. Rated: 88. Value: $15. Paid: $22. This is WAwineman… uncorked, uneducated but not uncouth.

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