The good thing about my bi-weekly brown-bag group is that you can take a flyer and try all sorts of weird s*#t.
The bad thing is that, in recent years, the members have been bringing better and better wines, so there isn’t as much freedom to get wild.
But today, I figured, what the hell. A friend’s 20-something son had had a party at my friend’s weekend house and there was most of a case of this stuff leftover, so I grabbed a bottle.
What can I say? I was curious about a $12 “Small Batch, Limited Release,” 15.9% ABV, aged-in-whisky-barrel wine from Gallo. Who among you wouldn’t be? Tell me honestly.
(What does Small Batch, Limited Release mean at Gallo, anyway? Five hundred thousand cases instead of 7 million?)
So what was the wine like, you ask?
On the nose, it spoke of blackberry essence. I mean, more intense than mere blackberry pancake syrup. Far beyond Molly Dooker’s mere blueberry syrup. On the palate, there were beams of Christmas/pumpkin pie spices – cinnamon, cloves and nutmeg, along with that blackberry concentrate. “Camphor!” someone called out. Yes! Camphor, too! (Singed alder perhaps? No, not really.)
Just a slight sweet impression, but at 15.9% that might have been the alcohol speaking. On the whole, it wore its 15.9% surprisingly well. And there were only the most nuanced signs of the whisky barrel aging.
The alcohol showed a bit on the finish, but overall this was not as gag-inducing as I expected. No one spat it out. That’s high praise given what it was. This really showed its pedigree, and exuded resonance.
“Melted lollipops with alcohol,” one of the more astute tasters remarked. I guess that’s the mark of the Modesto terroir: