Smells like the sea air. Tastes like lemongrass and vanilla, which is code for “I’m unable to verbalise what I can taste and smell”. Maybe I’m all chenined out or feeling flat thanks to endless covid-induced blues, but I remembered this as blowing my hair back a little more.
Jason’s Hill is an awesome winery. Their wine is awesome. The 2016 Chenin is fantastic. Apparently the 2019 was a bit of an experiment. The fact it was part of a special suggests that maybe the experiment wasn’t as successful as hoped. Maybe I’m lashing out because I’m sick of lockdown. Go to Jason’s Hill […]
I have happy memories of drinking large quantities of this in the sun with family and good friends so it’s guaranteed to make me smile, but it’s that good that it doesn’t need the help. Smells like the sea (in a wholesome way rather than dead fish and sewage) went perfectly with my perfectly braaied […]
The oak hardly touched this wine and it’s all the better for it. Can’t think of anything cleverer than that to say (I drank a lot of wine last night and possibly broke a few brain cells). Be cleverer than I currently am and buy some of this. It’s good.
As things stand, this is the Cleveland Browns of Oddbins. 1-1-1. As things taste, it’s a lot better than the football coming out of Cleveland. Crisp and fruity. Yet another example of the versatility of South African Chenin unlike the surprise Browns win at the weekend.
Went to the West Coast to watch my mate in a surf comp, and came home with a case of this. If the waves, wildness and seafood aren’t enough to lure you west, then this full-bodied, sea-breeze reared Chenin should be all the motivation you need.
Every now and then I have a wine that makes we wish I’d gone for a rating system that was to more than one decimal place. There’s something missing from this wine that means an 8 seems to high, but a 7 is an injustice. The best bet is to drink this with food from […]
I have a buy on sight policy for any wine that costs R70 or less and has Michael-Angelo stickers. This one was covered in more gold medallions than a 1970’s pimp and had far better taste. Definitely getting more. Up there with the Simonsig Chenin for cost to quality ratio.
Fairly non-eventful on sipping some fresh out of the fridge. Letting it get a degree or two warmer and pairing it with some fish is like Paul Bearer’s urn to the Undertaker in a Wrestlemania main event, as it suddenly it jumps into life. Fortunately no tombstone piledrivers were administered during the course of this […]