TN: 2005 Two Hands Gnarly Dudes Shiraz
Posted: Thu Nov 16, 2006 10:22 pm
TN: 2005 Two Hands Gnarly Dudes Shiraz
I checked in the mirror halfway through the bottle. Sure enough, there they were; long black streaks like gangrenous stalactites dripping from my gums. This is a black, black wine. Ebony. Denser than some highschool hooligans.
I'm awakened from my pigment-fetish reverie thanks to a thickening of the air. The fruit aromas are being driven from the glass, with auspicious tenacity. It's not quite a fruit bomb - I still have my eyebrows - but boy, this baby has the goods. Super intense, super concentrated berry fruit; some dark, but hints of lighter blueberries and wild raspberries. The oak plays a supporting role, casting caramel and coffee nuances that accentuate the captivation. As the wine has a chance to calm down, liquorice allsorts accompany the stageshow.
As you'd expect, it's full bodied, which the nose demands. The flavour ripples across the palate - we're not watching a bodybuilder flex, but gentle waves that suggestively fade, leading to a textural generosity that requires considerable tongue excavation. The palate fruit is comprised of kirsch and blackberry, with a twist of briar, finishing with a contrasting savoury goodness and youthful acidity. It's not the slowest finish in the world, but it's no Schumacker either. The dainty tannins, that can flitter on the verge of sumptuousness, help carry the length.
For fans of the style - and this does slot straight into a stylisitic niche - it's a definite thumbs up. At the right time, on the right occassion, when the mood demands Barossa Shiraz, this will not disappoint.
I checked in the mirror halfway through the bottle. Sure enough, there they were; long black streaks like gangrenous stalactites dripping from my gums. This is a black, black wine. Ebony. Denser than some highschool hooligans.
I'm awakened from my pigment-fetish reverie thanks to a thickening of the air. The fruit aromas are being driven from the glass, with auspicious tenacity. It's not quite a fruit bomb - I still have my eyebrows - but boy, this baby has the goods. Super intense, super concentrated berry fruit; some dark, but hints of lighter blueberries and wild raspberries. The oak plays a supporting role, casting caramel and coffee nuances that accentuate the captivation. As the wine has a chance to calm down, liquorice allsorts accompany the stageshow.
As you'd expect, it's full bodied, which the nose demands. The flavour ripples across the palate - we're not watching a bodybuilder flex, but gentle waves that suggestively fade, leading to a textural generosity that requires considerable tongue excavation. The palate fruit is comprised of kirsch and blackberry, with a twist of briar, finishing with a contrasting savoury goodness and youthful acidity. It's not the slowest finish in the world, but it's no Schumacker either. The dainty tannins, that can flitter on the verge of sumptuousness, help carry the length.
For fans of the style - and this does slot straight into a stylisitic niche - it's a definite thumbs up. At the right time, on the right occassion, when the mood demands Barossa Shiraz, this will not disappoint.