The Fog’s on the Fridge, Bitches.

What is it with Marin County?

I like to pull the boys together for intermittent store meetings to keep our retail machine well-oiled and furious, and I think it’s important to have that kind of close communication to keep morale up and working relationships squared. As a manager, it gives me a chance to yabber on about things that are good, things that need to be changed, and visions for the future. As a person, it satisfies my neurotic sense of organization, list-creating, and task-accomplishment. We’ve been planning one for a couple of weeks now, and I thought we’d make a nice evening out of it – dinner and perhaps a drink, going over things cleanly and conscientiously, time for questions and concerns. You know, make a night out of it. inbody had to ruin it all with a surgically-placed phone call just after closing, maniacally stating, “I got a bottle of Adrian Fog on top of my fridge, Bitches!”

This reduced the night to a frantic race to find a restaurant that was open in Marin on a Monday night, getting through business ASAP and then ditching the rest of the now-useless workforce to motor over to the House d’Halou to eyedropper the last bit of Fog before it evaporated. It was nearly all I could think of. We quickly stopped by three restaurants in three different towns, only to find all of them closed. Some were also closed Tuesday. On more than one occasion, we loudly wondered if people in this place got hungry. But food, and the meeting, now, were ancillary concerns for me. It was all about the Fog.

Luckily, our wine-wacky cadre of discriminating deviants (as yet to be named) was kind enough to wait for my arrival before busting it out. It was decanting when I crossed the threshold, looking back at us with legs all a-drip.

How to describe the 2004 Adrian Fog Pinot Noir? The nose is exquisite, earthy, all-encompassing. It almost sucks the oxygen right out of your mouth when opened to take on the full bouquet. The taste is like nothing you’ve ever had. Full-on raspberries, exploding into a vast array of tingly, woody fires that have a mature, subtle hint of aged pepper. It’s an addiction, and you’ll want to fall right into the glass. Looking at your friends through the hazy, jammy countenance of the liquid is an added delight. My wine notes for this vintage are simply put: “Oh my god.”

Fog

It’s not my favorite Pinot, but it’s perhaps the most exquisite, memorable, obvious. It’s $75/bottle, but you won’t weep for your money. You’ll weep for its absence from your life after the bottle’s gone.

Now I need to find a way to get a few for the next store meeting. Christmas is a-comin’…

11 Responses to “The Fog’s on the Fridge, Bitches.”

  1. catness Says:
    November 15th, 2005 at 1:34 pm

    Er, how was the meeting? 😉

  2. FunkyPlaid Says:
    November 15th, 2005 at 1:38 pm

    What meeting?

  3. catness Says:
    November 15th, 2005 at 1:40 pm

    Bravo! 🙂

  4. Anonymous Says:
    November 15th, 2005 at 7:29 pm

    Our pair of 'Fog-soaked' nights are certainly the beginnings of some wicked tradition. Your written thoughts on the wine are like the butter that's been missing from the toast of the stoic tasting notes I'm usually reading.
    I guess it's true to say you were inspired (and poached like a pear, beeyotch).

  5. FunkyPlaid Says:
    November 16th, 2005 at 10:28 am

    Coming from your wine-soaked consciousness, this is truly a compliment of the highest order. Full tannin ahead!

  6. scothen_krau Says:
    November 16th, 2005 at 9:44 am

    Quite a recommendation – I will have to seek it out.

  7. FunkyPlaid Says:
    November 16th, 2005 at 10:29 am

    Fuck yes, you will.
    🙂

  8. hermiston Says:
    November 21st, 2005 at 4:29 am

    I guess we'll have to try this some time and, dare I say it, alongside an auld Bourgogne, or would that be sacrelige? From your tasting notes though this sounds a lot more old worldy in style than I'm used to in Californian Pinots; or have I been simply abusing my palate with the cheap stuff all these years?

  9. FunkyPlaid Says:
    November 22nd, 2005 at 2:31 pm

    Nothing about you could be cheap, laddie.
    The variance and subtlety of California Pinots are spectacular. I could have never hoped for more. New, different flavors that the Old World refuses on principle alone. We'll take the tour, my friend. Maybe twice.

  10. angledge Says:
    November 30th, 2005 at 4:35 pm

    I'll be the designated driver for the two of you, then.
    I'm an excellent driver.

  11. FunkyPlaid Says:
    November 30th, 2005 at 5:32 pm

    HAHAHAHAHAHA

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