Earthquake!

This weekend I toasted an altogether too weird occurrence: an earthquake in Illinois. You just know the gods are angry when the earth shakes in the middle of a corn field nowhere near a naughty city like L.A. What have the Midwesterners done to deserve this? They haven't drank enough wine!

Check this out...
Michael and David Phillips Earthquake Zinfandel 2006

"Powerful Titan, arms reaching for sky, Earthbound devourer, open your eyes!
Throw off your blankets, the day has begun,
Indulge yourself in warm Lodi sun.
Take what is given, the world is your own, enjoy your dominion, you sit on the throne.
Stand and be noticed, grape without peer,
Instruct in the others what they should fear.
Raise up your standard, proclaim your rights,
Answer to no one, conquer with might.
Hail the victor, the king without flaw,
Salute your new master...Petite Sirah"

Big big big bursts of blackberries with a hint of animal. Whaddaya mean that sounds gross? If this Sirah was all just about big berries you'd be drinking a Merlot for Pete's sake. Light on the tannins, they're still in there hiding under a soft plush velvet blanket of warmth. There's some coffee and a hint of creamy vanilla in there too. Perfect for the likes of a rainy spring evening with a chunk of Manchego. Beware the inky tooth stain, you might want to use those Crest White Strips when you're done.