Entry #1 Tasting Notes:\r\n1.) White.\r\n2.) Crisp.\r\n3.) Convenient screwcap.\r\n4.) Good with takeout burrito.\r\nEntry #33\r\n1.) Sweet, yet spicy.\r\n2.) Buttery, yet dry.\r\n3.) Bold, yet subtle.\r\n4.) Loved it/hated it. (Note to self: overcome\r\nfear of commitment; make more definitive tasting\r\nremarks.)\r\nEntry #64\r\n1.) Velvety smooth.\r\n2.) Rich and lush.\r\n3.) Label says \u201cplummy,\u201d I say \u201ccherry.\u201d\r\n4.) Sturdy companion to grilled steak with firm\r\nstructure and chewy texture (especially when\r\nconsumed simultaneously).\r\nEntry #121\r\n1.) Tinges of spicy apple tingle in my nose along\r\nwith something more. Tangerine perhaps? Zest\r\nof zucchini? Newly mown lawn?\r\n2.) Undercurrents of toasty oak and creamy\r\nvanilla add a mellow tone reminiscent of a\r\nMichael Bubl\u00e9 ballad, though lacking the breezy\r\nelegance one would expect from the man music\r\ncritics have called \u201cbreezy and elegant.\u201d\r\n3.) Haunting bouquet that lingers long after the\r\nabrupt disappearance of the pistachio-encrusted\r\nlamb, its pungent allure both attracts and repels\r\nme, like a cross between a sweet white peach\r\nand a crowded airport shuttle bus.\r\nEntry #157\r\n1.) Husky for its age, with a passive-aggressive\r\ntemperament that veers erratically from youthful\r\nexuberance to a crusty cynicism masquerading\r\nas worldly-wise realism.\r\n2.) Ripe and fragrant with a funky, in-your-face\r\nswagger oddly suggestive of Bette Midler live\r\nfrom Caesars Palace.\r\n3.) Flirty, fruit-forwardness quickly escalates\r\ninto slutty \u201clove for sale\u201d aggressiveness leaving\r\nme feeling dirty and used, yet strangely\r\nenchanted in a way I can\u2019t and won\u2019t defend.\r\nEntry #199\r\n1.) Smokey hints of tobacco and pepper vie for\r\nmy approval, jostling for tongue time and bickering\r\nover who\u2019s setting the tone.\r\n2.) A rustic persona plays rambunctiously on the\r\npalate, suggesting wild blackberries or, perhaps,\r\nthe Wild, Wild West.\r\n3.) Aromas of leather and licorice tease and\r\ntaunt me, daring me to write the words\r\n\u201cleather\u201d and \u201clicorice\u201d side by side. Game on!\r\n4.) How audaciously fickle, this hodgepodge of\r\ncontrasting flavors\u2014one minute a tasteful celebration\r\nof fun-loving fig and vivacious cranberry,\r\nthe next an ugly barroom brawl between hotheaded\r\nblack cherry and overbearing currant.\r\n5.) A tangy bluster takes me aback, then an\r\naccommodating nature gradually emerges to\r\ncoax trust and a soothing calmness, only to be\r\nsucker-punched with the one-two wallop of tart\r\npomegranate and deepening peril.\r\n6.) Exhilarating moments of \u201czin-ful\u201d pleasure\r\nare followed by fatigue, disgust and a sense that\r\nlife is hollow. I search for a wine to give my\r\nheart to and instead play the pawn in a twisted\r\ngame of mixed messages, hidden agendas and\r\nthe bitter sediment of crushed dreams. I see the\r\npainful, downward spiral of my life: betrayal by\r\nfriends, bad career moves, tax problems, living\r\nin the woods, eating chili from a can.\r\nEntry #200\r\n1.) White.\r\n2.) Crisp.\r\n3.) Convenient screwcap.\r\n4.) Good with takeout burrito.