Eagle & Rose is a Napa Valley winery that TWC may have never come across except that Mrs TWC's father hauled down a Thanksgiving surprise a few years back. Three cases of wine, held together with duct tape and covered with dust and grease smudges (probably axle grease or chainsaw oil, or both).
Some of that wine was forgettable, some was great for everyday drinking wine. The Eagle & Rose Syrah was probably past time but the Cabernet is a whole different story.
Though I wish there were more, this is the last of it. The years have been kind, accentuating the distinctive Bordeaux style. As I recall, the 2000 is 100% Cabernet and it's estate grown and bottled.
The wine is bone dry with a nice balance. Although it is aged to a deep brick color, it puts me in the mind of shades of gray (how's that for snobby terminology?). Not dull relentless gray but beautiful hues of gray. Think of the Counting Crows.....gray is my favorite color.
The Gray Analogy not working? Okay, it's a gorgeous hue of unpolished ruby running to dull garnet in color. In keeping with Old World style, the black fruit is well integrated and more subdued than many California Cabs. A little oak, a little pencil lead, a little tobacco (see the shades of gray?), a little earthy, a little blackberry on the back side (lingering finish for you actual wine connoisseurs). The guy that Grandpa Buck got this wine from told him that: this is a wine you won't be ashamed to serve and he was more than right. This is an elegant wine.
It is an elegant, decade-old wine. It was beat around, stored in somebody's back room, overheated, dragged 500 miles in the back of a pick-up truck (after being stored in a shed full of chainsaws all summer), and five years after coming to rest at the Casa, it is still lovely. Perhaps wine is a little more substantial than we thought. [shrugs]. We Report. You Decipher.
My father-in-law, Grandpa Buck, is a country boy, and though he'll drink his share of the red, he isn't a big wine guy. OTOH, he can skin a buck and field dress it faster than you can get to Safeway to pick up a steak and a bottle of red (never, ever eat anything at Buck's house without finding out what it is first). He doesn't do homemade wine, though he does make pretty decent pear jam. God only knows how he came up with this wine, probably swapped it for tractor parts or a load of firewood.