All day Monday I thought about the glass of Opus One tucked away in the fridge, wondering whether or not it would be even worse than the previous night or amazing. Marita had already pulled it out of the fridge when I returned home from work. It was sitting on the counter with a sheaf of plastic wrap over it rising up to temperature. I put my briefcase down, unpacked my wine bag, and changed into more comfortable clothes, then headed straight for the Opus. I carefully pulled away the covering and sniffed hard at the contents inside the glass. Lo and behold, holy of holies, miracle of miracles, I was smelling a fresh pint of blueberries with whipped cream and vanilla! What a drastic transformation from the tight lipped and taciturn wine of the previous evening. Generous, opulent, easy going, this is what good California wine is all about, I thought to myself.
Of course, Marita drank most of it as it was HER leftover glass from the night before. She sat grinning across the coffee-cum-dining room table while I drank a Rogue's Hazelnut Brown Nector, somewhat grudgingly, while she enjoyed the rest of the Mondavi/Rothschild-Mr.-Hyde-one-night-Dr.-Jekyll-the-next concoction.
For those of you sitting on some 1997 Opus, hold a while yet, or decant 12 hours before serving.
Up next: 2002 Cameron Clos Electrique Pinot Noir
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