This is for my Michigander pals and not even in that beer-soaked state can I recommend a better place for you to buy something that your craft-addled geeky friends to find under the tree and absolutely lose their shit over.
Walter Dacon wines, vintage after vintage, are in the top two or three Syrahs I sample from all of Washington and are sometimes flatly the best I taste.
I’m making this a two-fer of bottles that each richly deserve their own mega-watt spotlight. By comparison, this is like making Anthony Hopkins and Meryl Streep share one car headlight: doesn’t do justice to either but, at least, you can see ’em.
What we have is millions of emotional and intellectual toddlers; arrested development cases who grew into the idea that they should always get their way, whether anybody else liked it or not, whether they deserved it or not.
You DO NOT need to spend anywhere north of $50 to get a great bottle of wine for that will shock ‘n’ awe your family, for holiday dinners, or your friend, as a gift.
These are American Whiskies that offer insane QPR (Quality to Price Ratio)…which is what you need to at least create the illusion that self-quarantine is not the vast suckhole you think it is.
So, ya lookin’ for a little liquid cheer to help hammer a true SUCKFEST of a year into some vague, celebrational-ish shape? I gotcha, my sufferin’ brethren.
As someone who was so repelled by the South’s heinous record of discrimination and savagery against blacks that I moved all the way to Seattle to get out of the virulent remnants of that culture, it is grimly satisfying to me to see parts of the South, however slowly and painfully, begin the process of accepting and honoring the enormous cultural contribution of its early African American settlers.
