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Ajo, a Spanish word meaning garlic, is pronounced: Ah-ho (sometimes Ay-ho). The town is about forty miles north of the border crossing at Lukeville, where the nice green man with the M-16 told TWC he better not be takin' no pictures of him lest he obtained written permission from ICE ICE, Baby.
The town of Ajo seemingly has more Border Patrol personnel than residents. I kept wondering why all these BP officers were cruising Highway 85 from Gila Bend instead of, well, guarding the border.
This is a lovely, mature Cabernet Sauvignon that has gracefully aged and is ready to drink now. Back in the day, Spectator offered it 90 well-deserved points and, as it turns out, the wine is better than that implies.
Very spicy new French oak on the nose, complexed well with black berry, blackcurrant, coffee and chocolate. Very complex and ripe nose leads to a smooth entry and a luscious palate. Full body with moderately dense extract. Drink from 2006 to 2010.
The spicy has vanished as has the French oak. That isn't altogether a bad thing.
The aroma, nose for you wine snobbies, is very subtle. In the glass, the wine is ruby with a garnet hue. Very smooth on the palate, this wine is rich and medium-to-full bodied. The black cherry, currants, and blackberry are evident but have coalesced into something more than the sum of the parts, so to speak.
Serve this wine with skewered grilled lamb and roasted veggies. It will also compliment most red meats and Southern Italian.
Not an every day drinking wine, but at $35.00 US, it is a pleasant and affordable surprise.
Princeton architect, Michael Graves, was commissioned to build a temple to wine and art at the estate, which included 20,000 feet of aging caves and a cave theater for special events. Completed in 1987, the structures & garden Graves created have won world wide acclaim.
Though I have given her the slip these last few years, TWC's heart specialist's admonition still hangs in the air. Ms. Julie Ann's only piece of dubious advice was that one glass of wine a day was enough. At the time I was thinking, WTH? But today I can say, OK, fair enough.
That's because Gary and Milly, who are very dear and generous friends, were kind enough to intevene in this dilemna for moi (get over it, spell checker, the word is not dilemma).
Merry Christmas, TWC.
Now we're talkin', Girls. That, my friends, is an entire bottle glass of wine. Bonus: There is still plenty of room in the glass to swirl and sniff the aroma. That would be the nose for you wine snobbers.
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Photo Credit: Mrs TWC
BTW: The BenMarco Malbec is quite good. Review to follow.
Jim was a good friend and a fellow traveler. He was godfather to my children and I've missed him since he left us this day, eight nine* years ago. I've often thought that this kind of explains his life.....and his passing.
And, although he'd driven that stretch of Middle Road a thousand times, he couldn't find his way home that bleak winter night.
God knows why he dragged hisself off of Bob and Rochelle's couch in the middle of the night. Maybe he was outta smokes, maybe he just wanted to go home. He didn't have any business behind the wheel and no good came from it, neither. It isn't always the other guy that ends up dead.
There's your patch of snow on the ground and the telephone pole where the reaper called his name. The red rose in the black mud is Rochelle's and mine.
You can't tell from the picture, but the road is treacherous in places. Even in summer. Or maybe that's just my opinion as an out-of-towner.
Jim was real sweet on a blond chick who was stuck in a bad marriage going nowhere but downhill. Sometimes I wonder what her crazed husband whispered in Jim's uncaring, unhearing ear when he thought he was alone after the service. Only one person noticed him approach the casket once the mourners had adjourned and the church had become quite still. Maybe spin you a tale sometime.
*Not my fault, Mr Kosmik Kid, I was educated in California's public schools.
Yesterday, everybody smoked his last cigar, took his last drink and swore his last oath. Today, we are a pious and exemplary community. Thirty days from now, we shall have cast our reformation to the winds and gone to cutting our ancient shortcomings considerably shorter than ever.