I should preface this by saying P. and I really don’t like Silver Lake. We have been to their tasting room several times (once to try it, and a couple more times with visitors who wanted to check it out), and each time we’ve been there, we’ve barely been able to get through the tasting.
P.’s parents were big fans of Silver Lake before they tried the wine. Some friends of theirs are shareholders, which sounds pretty cool except once you start reading the fine print, it sounds just like belonging to a wine club other than it costs a lot more and also you can get personalized business cards.
Anyway, they were all excited about trying it until we brought them to the tasting room.
When they came out for Christmas, they met up with their shareholder friends, who gave them this bottle of 2002 Merlot. They promptly regifted it to us.
When I got home tonight, P. had opened it. I don’t know what he was thinking. He poured me a glass. I gave it a swirl and a sniff. It had aromas of Welch’s grape juice with undertones of dirt. Seriously. I tasted it. It tasted like stems. If I were being generous, I might say it was woody, but that implies flavor nuances from aging in oak, and I mostly tasted stems. I could tell there was a bit of fruit underneath, trying to get out, but it was way too faint.
I’m thinking this wine will never balance. The fruit will completely fade away before the tannins calm down. And anyway, I don’t even think young tannins are the problem with this wine. It’s the stems.
P. couldn’t even drink a second glass. That’s how you can really know it’s bad because you would think he came from the depression with how much he can’t waste anything. We’ll see if he tries it again tomorrow.