Off on my first assignment for The Writers Union of Canada's National Council, the tang of Pinot Noir's aftertaste sticks along my pallet. The feeling that this wine vintage is too young, not developed enough for the palettes of my fellow councillors combats the warmth of wines inking down my spine. One drink to calm the nerves. One drink to remind the vitiners that all great bottles need time in cellar.
I swhirl the wine in my stemware, release the olfactory presence of its pomegranate and cedar wood bouquet. A young wine benefits from airing out, swishing and aerating in the glass. Conversations help, casual words of highways and Atlantic mountains allow the wine to bloom.
This is a fantastic wine for sipping, while the clock runs until our meetings begin.