Huntington Petite Sirah 2005: Death by Bludgeoning, in a pleasant fashion.
Vinagoth like Petite Sirah.
Don’t let the name fool you. Petite Sirah is NOT “petite” and from what my limited intelligence can gather, it isn’t “syrah” either. Petite Sirah is like a single malt Scotch. Something normally used in blending because it just has way too much … BALLS… to be handled by mere mortals straight up.
I’m a freakin’ barbarian ferchrissakes so bring on the balls! Chuck in the Cajones. Toss me the testosterone!
Any time I see a Petite on the wine list I look no further. Sort of like a pepper-crusted New York Strip, or a bacon-cheeseburger on a menu, I can’t go any further once it has been spotted. I was out for dinner recently with Mrs. Vinagoth and spied this treat on the wine list. The waitress brought me a medium rare New York Strip and this 2005 Huntington Petite Sirah. The beef was slathered in herbs, garlic, and enough butter to stop my heart, if it weren’t for the grapeskin-wrapped-gold-brick-to-the-head that followed in the form of this Petite Sirah. I’ve had pints of Guinness that were “lighter” than this blunt-instrument of a wine. If wine had a viscosity rating this stuff would be 90W. Skip the “710” cap and go straight to the gearbox with this stuff.
It was $28 at what is the best “Bistro” in my little redneck, white-trash, podunk, mountain town. I have yet to stumble upon it at my local grocery store or wine merchant. If I did I’d bet it was under $20.
If you see it, buy it. Drink it. Bask in it’s lovely violence.
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