And the Pulitzer for best wine descriptions goes to…

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What is the point of a wine description from a winemaker? Is it to tell you what you might expect to taste in a wine? What berries are on the nose? What farm animals might be sensed in the mid-palate? Is it to make sure you know what expectations the wine will conform to – the fact that it is indeed a wood-bearing monster Napa cult cab, or a petrol-laden but crystal-pure Mosel? Or is it to convey something of the wine’s soul…¬†the spark of light that lives inside it… the joy it brings to the folks who made it and those they hope will enjoy it?

In my inbox the other day was this verse, describing a California mourvedre:

Evening echoes of Curtis Mayfield, Fela Kuti,¬†Del The Funkee Homosapien, Daft Punk –¬†and whoever¬†just put on ‚ÄúLet it Whip‚ÄĚ by the Dazz band is a saint!¬†At the end of the night, this is the bottle you will be holding by the neck when you try to pinpoint the¬†time in the evening¬†that the¬†dinner party become a dance party!

It isn’t so much a wine description in the typical sense of the term as it is a short story. A poem. A battle cry. A Ken Kesey koan. Does it adequately describe the wine? Well, it manages to tell you practically nothing yet¬†possibly everything about what a bottle of that California mourvedre will do to you. So, yes, it describes it exceedingly well.

The words were written¬†by Hardy Wallace, winemaker at Dirty & Rowdy Family Winery, on the topic of the winery’s¬†2015 California “Familiar Mourvedre. If there were a Pulitzer for wine descriptions, he would deserve one. A James Beard? That, too. Heck, give the guy a Nobel prize because these are words that offer the potential to¬†bring peace to the world and enlightenment to the¬†ages.

Hardy was been waxing wonderfully on the topic of wine ever since I met him about a decade ago in Atlanta. Back then he had a blog called DIRTY SOUTH WINE, which can still be found archived somewhere on the internets if you know where to look. A typical post read something like the following, on the topic of Savennières, which Hardy wrote in 2009:

There is¬†something about the aging, speed freak, Karate choppin’, Elvis –¬† It’s the incredible energy combined with quick circular hand motions, an occasional kick, a bedazzled cape, and a runaway train of a band just burning down the track.¬† It gets you charged and¬†riled up.¬† But now imagine something¬†challenging, perhaps a little bizarre, and stankingly awesome¬†(like Glen Velez and Lori Cotler) that transports your inner¬†Cornholio¬†to the same place.¬† This is Savenni√®res.¬† The stony, freak show, of a delicious wine that unapologetically meets more foes than friends.¬†

You can see the path, right? From aging, speed freak, Karate chopping’ Elvis to conferring sainthood on whomever it was that elected to play “Let It Whip” alongside a bottle of juicy mourvedre? Yes, Hardy digs pop culture references, especially those of the musical variety, because they convey a lot more than simple sandalwood-this or sous-bois-that. They tap into our collective memories, our joy, our deep down desire for funk.

Here’s another Hardy gem from their recent fall release, which manages to pull in some musical notes, but also goes deeper on the actual soil and place the wine came from, not to mention offering guidance on the ever-engaging ; ) topic of drinking windows:

The vinous soundtrack to all night 70’s ski lodge parties. Heady wafts of pure fruit, dried raspberry, crushed granite, and mountain air. Groove is in the heart. It is medium bodied, and filled with high elevation flash and fruit. It will evolve and continue to improve, but the pleasure seeker in you will say I want it NOW! Just go easy. Though there is something here today, there is so much more to come from this wine. (2015 Skinner Stoney Creek Mourvèdre, El Dorado County, Sierra Foothills)

dirty rowdy wineNow the thing is, if it were typical plonk that Hardy was hawking, these exuberant missives would¬†fall ferociously flat. It would be like Trump saying,¬†“I know more about ISIS than the generals do. Believe me.” Absurd. But have you had any of the Dirty & Rowdy wines? Maybe it’s the power of suggestion, maybe it’s the eclectic soil and non-invasive techniques Hardy employs, maybe it’s simply voodoo magic… but they really do live up to Hardy’s crazy beautiful wine descriptions.

So when you read that the¬†2014 Antle Vineyard Mourv√®dre,¬†Chalone AVA, Monterey County, offers “chaparral, arid winds, and natural monoliths worshipped by ancient civilizations and avid rock climbers (Antle Vineyard sits less than 1 mile from the entrance of Pinnacles National Park),” you’ll surely get a feeling for where the wine will take you.

Or, in the case of the¬†2015 Rosewood Vineyard Old Vines Mourv√®dre,¬†Redwood Valley, Mendocino County… “in an alternate dimension, this is Evel Knievel daydreaming his last great ride. It is stars and stripes, canyons, rocket bikes, pyrotechnics, hootin’ and hollerin’- But beyond the showtime splendor, deep down there is meaning, clarity, and a Rocky like message in never giving up the fight… a¬†deep long finish, bids a tearful and loving fare thee well to the crowd.

Of the¬†2015 Evangelho Vineyard Mourvedre,¬†El Dorado County, Sierra Foothills, Hardy simply quotes¬†The Mighty Clouds of Joy gospel group –¬†“Take a load off your mind, Ride the mighty glory,¬†Listen to my story, Ride the mighty high‚ÄĚ before concluding,¬†“this one is pretty good.” And, based on the words and wines of Hardy Wallace, I’m inclined to agree. Give the man a prize.