Dad always felt and voiced that Carbernet Sauvignon was not Virginia’s red. He felt it was an inconsistent grape in Virginia. The typical weather in Virginia can be counterproductive for this grapes ripening time. Dad just didn’t feel it was worth the fight with mother nature because more often then not you will loose. As with everything there are the exception years.
1990 was one of those years and what Ingleside Plantation created from that harvest was glorious. I don’t know why I am talking in the past tense 30 years later this was an experience. The fruit, tannins, aromas and acid abound from this masterpiece. Having been raised in a house that mainly drank Rhone, Cabernet Sauvingon was never my go to wine. I savored every sip and as the wine repeatedly crossed my palate I marveled at the complexity and balance that the winemaker had captured in the bottle. The aromas of chocolate and spice like a simmering mole sauce fill the glass. The midpalate had an intense currant flavor and a tannic finish.
Thank you to Ingleside Plantation for this gem and thank you to Dad for recognizing a moment of grace and leaving this treasure for me.