Kosta Browne, 2003 Sonoma Coast Pinot Noir
Holy shit, the 2003 is ready to go right now. It’s peaking like I was on that mushroom trip through the wildflowers on the beach trails behind Isla Vista in college.
Big and colorful, with intense spice and lots of ripe fruit in the nose. More complex than a bisexual shrink with erectile disfunction, though much less confused and much more purposeful.
Layered like a multicultural fleshpile at the Erotic Exotic ball in San Fran, this is a sexpot of a wine with real tits, not silicon ones. It’s unbelievable that this is Kosta Browne’s cheapest wine– it’s like paying for a single lapdance and having the stripper show up with 2 friends and powertools. Provides the impetus to get a better job in order to afford to drink Kosta Browne on a regular basis. If you haven’t made the list, forget about drinking these wines at a decent price. 100 points, minus ten points for lack of availability, plus twenty points for evoking the power tool reference.
