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Wine that kicks the shit out of the priest.

February 5th, 2010 by Jeff Segal

Today we decided to dip into our irregular, eclectic reserve list for a status check.  So we opened up a 1990 Ridge Howell Mountain Zinfandel.  Calling it dead would be unfair, but the priest was in the room.  Then the Kermit Lynch rep showed up, making us an offer we couldn’t refuse – a bag full of new wines. 

45 minutes later, we picked ourselves up off the floor and returned to the Ridge.  The wine was kicking the priest’s ass.  It was embarrassing.  Perfectly muted fruit mixed with a heap of leather and horseshit and dirt.

We have one bottle left.  $50.

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