My wife texted me as I stepped out of Brix, having written a little and emailed a lot, now on my way home. “They said he (our son) hadn’t eaten since 2:30 and he had soaked through his pants when I picked him up so he needs changed and fed. Take your time.” Fortunately, I hadn’t gone far, so I ducked into the next place on the street for one more glass and a bit more writing. Not a place I frequent, though seemingly quite popular, and on the latter point I was reminded why.
On the menu was Chateau Musar 2012 at $11/glass. I got excited. I should have known better. The bottle that the dark liquid flowed from was not the same Musar in my cellar. But I had already ordered, and hey, if they’re making it in Lebanon, I can try it anyway, right?
A warm nose of chocolate, beets, earth, and stewed fruits leads into a similarly warm body of more stewed fruits, plums, dates, and more lush, humid flavors. 50% Cinsault, 30% Syrah, and 20% Cabernet Sauvignon; far too heavy on the prune flavors for my taste. In my head, some Star Wars character keeps muttering “This is not the Chateau Musar you were looking for.” I don’t even watch Star Trek.
To make matters worse, the restaurant included a 20% gratuity, in spite of the fact that I am not a party of six – is it possible that’s what left the bitter taste in my mouth? I’d have tipped a hell of a lot better on an $11 glass of wine had it not been mandated, though I suppose in fairness I may be a minority that way. I may need to try this wine again sometime when I’m not on my way home and I’m not annoyed at my surroundings, but for now, the rating stands. 81 points on my scale. Not highly recommended.