Imagine
that you had a few dozen gems of sizeable, impeccable, Sardonyx, and
imagine that you had melted-down those gems into a liquid and poured
those liquid gems into a handsome wine bottle and then
poured that liquid into a large, and heavy, Waterford Crystal
Wine Glass.
That
is the black-red canvas of Caymus Cabernet after 30 minutes resting
and breathing in a decanter.
And
upon that beautiful canvas is painted a bouquet of beauty; an essence
of magnificence, and its heavily-perfumed scent took ABS right back
to Napa Valley California when Amateur Brain Surgeon and The Bride
toured there.
We
could smell the early morning air of Napa, Baptised as it had been in
a misting of a grape-scented light fog; and ABS could smell the rich
moist brown-black earth in that gorgeous valley and he could smell
the sight of vines laden with scores of thousands of gorgeous
Cabernet grapes.
The
taste of the wine is incomparable. It is the best wine ABS has ever
slowly sipped and savored.
It
tasted of black cherries; it tasted of luminescent grapes (The Bride
said, "Wow, it almost tastes like Champagne); it tasted as
though, somehow, God had torn-up an entire long trellised-row of
Cabernet Grapes in Twilight and miraculously changed all of it,
earth, vine, and grape, into this soul-satisfying wine.
ABS
took over two hours to drink it and he enjoyed every single second of
it and in the long time between sips the light velvety coating in his
mouth kept-up its constant confession of delightful decadence with
the curious taste receptors in his mouth.