Another day of lockdown, another bottle from the collection drunk before its prime. Although this tasted pretty amazing so either it’s hit it’s peak already, or it’s good enough for my basic tastes. We’ll never know. Here’s to making it through this madness.
This is by no means a bad wine, but Steenberg wines aren’t cheap, and even the “entry level” stuff usually has a bit more pizazz than this does. Possibly a point lower than it deserves because of expectation, but you want to be on top you have to be consistent (which is why Spurs never […]
Smooth as butter, richer than a Saudi Prince and more welcome at your dinner table than whoever you put in your “5 people dead or alive that I would invite to my dinner table” list.
This is good on levels that go way past my vocabulary and ability to construct vaguely coherent metaphors. Easily the best Sauv Blanc I’ve drunk.
Maybe needed more time on the wine rack, maybe there was too much cayenne pepper in the mild chicken curry I had with it, either way, didn’t quite hit the mark. Soft and smooth, but then so is Michael Bolton’s voice, and I dont feel the desire to experience that if I can avoid it. […]
Smells like Guavas. Tastes like Guavas. Makes you dance like a Guava. If you like a Sauv Blanc, you can’t go wrong with Steenberg.
Smoother than Miles Davis Blues in Green wrapped in Galaxy chocolate. South African Merlots are often Meh-lots, but not this beauty.
This is a bit like judging a contest involving a family member as I love Semillon, and Steenberg is my local winery (not sure about this analogy, and if the family member was my brother, I’d vote for the other guy, which further ruins it). Anyway, if you like Semillon, buy this one.
More robust than a free-state born South African prop forward filled with Castle, but much better smelling, and far more welcome at dinner. An aquired taste. Bit marmite, but Iike it.