Pennywise Pinot Noir 2010
So, I had this dream the other night that I was a rapper. I wasn’t like Vanilla Ice, but I was closer to Diddy. I wore really nice clothes, rode in limos, and popped bottles all of the time. However, I was intelligent to know that I didn’t need to drop half a G on a single bottle of wine for it to be good. At one point, I reached into my limo’s wine fridge and pulled out this bottle of Pennywise Pinot Noir. I decided that I would do this tasting as I rolled down Sunset Blvd on my way to the premier of the new Avengers Movie. Yeah…that’s how I roll.
Name: Pennywise Pinot Noir
Winery: The Other Guys Wines
Alcohol by Vol.: 13.6%
(Price can vary on state, taxes, the store’s mark-up, and if you got 99 problems but wine ain’t one.)
This was a very red wine. It was almost a jewel tone. (I just mainly wanted to use that because my wife has been trying to get me to understand color styles on clothes in case I feel like buying her accessories.) It had a good clarity and let a reasonable amount of light through.
I got a lot of berry aromas during while smelling it. I found cherry, strawberry and what could have been plum, but I am not certain on that one. The bottle hinted at root beer and watermelon but I couldn’t pick out either.
There was a definite cherry taste that came out when I first tried the wine. It had a pretty good amount of spice all the way through and ended with some strawberry accents. It had a short-medium finish. Still couldn’t find the root beer or watermelon…
I really wanted to try this wine with my wife’s breaded pork chops with gravy and herb wild rice. I’m just bummed that I didn’t have any of those items on hand, otherwise I would have pigged out.
Rating: Enjoy Again
As I arrive to the theater, I look out to the red carpet and think, “man, just the other day I was some dude down in Texas writing about wine and now I have so many Uncle Ben’s in my pocket that I could make it rain for days.” Knowing that my life will never get less complicated, I finish the Pennywise and tell my driver to keep the bottle. I wanted to have a memento of when life was simpler and I was hounded by all these haters. After taking a deep breath, I open the door and start my march past the paparazzi towards my seat in the theater. You know what they say….more money, more problems.