WOW…I wonder how many of these we are going to see over the next couple of months with the '07 SVDs being released.
“Delivers a tight, focused beam of rich, pure, concentrated black berry and wild berry fruit that’s full-bodied, complex and expansive on the finish, where this keeps unlocking doors of subtle flavors. Drink now through 2014. From California. —J.L.”
Red Car needed this one…in a bad way…
Never had anything from Red Car close to drinkable, color me skeptical.
Is that like magenta?
Mark, you will resemble these remarks:
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I am not entirely sure why, but I have been receiving “emailers” from Red Car for the past 4+ years. I have never ordered anything or even felt remotely close to. That said, I ain’t going to lie when the 97 points came in the inbox that had me reconsidering- it was, though, $60 and bundled with another clearly less worthy pinot (a 90 pointer) and I passed.
More chartreuse than magenta.
Sounds like every Red Car wine I’ve had.
Wowser, these wines must really suck. We sold them when they first came out, expecting them to be the next BIG THING, but who knew…
Ditto. Never even remotely impresssed.
As Sam stated above, I still get mailers from them despite not having bought from them since their first offering. You’d think they would get the hint by now.
My distributor here just sent an email to me with the ratings asking if I was interested. I reversed the ratings and sent them back to him.
Nice.
For those of you who never had a good wine from these guys, I suggest you try a 2002 Sugardaddy Syrah. I had 2 bottles over the last 6 months. It’s ridiculously good. That being said, I know they have had a few misses over the years.
Did you ever see my note on this one, Rich?
- 2002 Red Car Syrah Sugardaddy > - USA, California (4/20/2006)
She belonged to another man, a friend of mine, but he shared. She was as dark as moonless desert sky. I cradled her in my hand a raised her to my nose. She was unyielding. Come on, baby, I said, and shook her violently round and round. She had that smell of fleshly killed meat on a freshly tarred highway. I put her to my lips. Tight. I sat around talking a while and she started to give in a little. She tasted of blueberries and espresso beans, complex and dense, but she just wasn’t ready for me. You’re just a kid, I said, come back in a couple of years. Forever was a long time ago.
I did see your note. That’s great. For those who aren’t familiar with them, the back labels of the red car wines tell a story with each subsequent bottling having a new chapter on the back.
Ben has done an excellent job here posting a note in their writing style.
my notes aren’t nearly as poetic
Rich, Ben, for your amusement . . . after tasting the newest Red Car Pinot Noir . . . and in the spirit of writing in the Red Car style:
She sat coyly on my table, a clever minx right out of film noir classics like, The Big Sleep (1944) or Double Indemnity (1946), only this unforgettable femme fatale was no woman. She was sex in a glass- Pinot Noir. As I carefully removed the foil, slowly slid the cork from the bottle the true nature of this delicate beauty began to reveal itself. In the glass she was a lush, flirtatious coquette with cherry popping aromas flashing a please-drink-me-now come-on. I could only linger, glass near my nose, the wine’s perfume hypnotizing me. First the red devil teased my lips then inside my mouth a burst of dark cherries and exotic spices quivered on my palate, danced on my tongue assaulting my five senses. This is the lure of grape luxe, of Pinot Noir, the vamp queen of the wine world. Raymond Chandler could have chosen Pinot Noir as a character in one of his noir novels, many of which were turned into films. Film noirs regularly have convoluted story lines, often utilizing techniques that interrupt or obscure the narrative sequence and revolve around heroes who are more flawed or morally questionable than the norm. Its been said that all film noir is dreamlike, strange, amorous, ambivalent, and cruel. Pinot Noir can be all five- at worst convoluted messes made by overzealous, over-techniqued winemakers while at best they can be ethereal and mesmerizing. In his novel High Window (1942) one of Chandler’s characters says: “From thirty feet away she looked like a lot of class. From ten feet away she looked like something made up to be seen from thirty feet away.” Satisfaction in the wine world can be defined as both sensual gratification and frivolous amusement, especially with our little tart Pinot Noir. Its just too bad the Heaven and Earth was devoid of all of its heavenly properties. Having sent that harlot packing, to grift some other poor(pour) soul, I continued my sordid affair with my true love . . . Roumier, alone.