Five Waves, Five Wines

We spent our mini spring break up in Pismo this year. Long gone are the days when we ran amok for Pomeroy Avenue’s offical post-hibernation grand awakening, scoring underage beverages from Big Mike at Pismo Liquor and looking to make it past 2nd base with some Bako thoroughbred in the Pancho’s alley. Yup, this time around we sipped wine with Heinous Chanus at Marisol, checked in on business happenings with Miller at the 861 Groupe, and discussed farming methods with Wonka and Co. on Goofyfoot Lane. We felt compelled to hammer home even further our yuppie status in our latest feature courtesy of Tablas Creek’s Darren Delmore, pairing a few spring break waves from our trip home with some of his favorite grapejuice recommendations.

1999 Rene Rostaing Côte Rôtie
Scrapped pours of this at a Wine Berserker event in San Clemente. Meat, pepper, grilled bells and a whiff of PAB’s peeling bike tires down Pico.

2003 Burge Family Olive Hill Syrah/Grenache/Mourvédre Barossa Valley.
I have emotions tied down to this property in the southern of the Barossa, and will always consider old Rick Burge the alchemist of this land in Lyndoch. Rich but refreshing, with tar, beef and bright berry flavor.

2012 Chateau de Pibarnon Bandol Rosé
Hanus Chanus has put on a good twenty pounds courtesy of this pink, addictive grapefruit juice alternative. From the coastal rock and scrub of Bandol near the home of the Cannes Film Festival, where the new documentary “Elk Lips and Blood on the Synth: the story of Asthmatic Giant” will screen later this year.

2012 L’Ortolan Roussanne Columbia Valley.
Jesse from Fausse Piste makes wines in a dysfunctional store room in the back of his restaurant in Portland. This rich white smelled like honey and struck matches on night one, and opened wide into flowers, apples, and honeysuckle three nights afterward.

2010 Thibault Liger-Belair Bourgogne Rouge
Took this thing to Ember in Arroyo Grande, for its admirable way of giving up some fruit and acid but not stealing the stage. The winemaker is a young master taking over the reins for his old man in Burgundy, and even cash strapped, non-noble Americans like me can drink such French royalty for $26 a bottle.