It’s me again, your Guest Reviewer Garrett Seamus O’Sullivan, yer favorite Irish wine professional with absolutely no professional qualifications whatsoever, sitting in for the Grocery Outlet Wino. I was handed a bottle o’ the 2024 Silver Spur Pinot Noir from Sonoma County, and right away I knew we were off to a strange start. The back label had absolutely nothin’ on it except the exact same shite that was on the front label. Same words. That’s either pure laziness or the winery blew the entire budget on corks. I kept turnin’ the bottle around like there’d be hidden notes. Nothin’.
Now usually when somebody hands me a Pinot Noir, I prepare meself fer disappointment. But holy mother of Saint Patrick, the wine was good. And not one o’ those weak, watery Pinot Noirs that taste like someone rinsed a Cabernet barrel with hose water. Nice bit o’ oak, decent puckeryishness, and way more flavor than I expected from a Pinot. I was sittin’ there gnawin’ on a giant beef rib while playin’ poker, and the poor little Pinot did its absolute best to keep up with all that meat, whiskey breath, and terrible gambling decisions. Fair play to it—it held the line admirably. Though I noticed a terrible problem developin’ halfway through the evening: the bottle appeared to be evaporatin’ at an alarming rate. One minute full… next minute gone. Science still can’t explain it.
I think I paid around ten bucks fer it, which is robbery considering I later saw the thing sellin’ elsewhere fer twenty five dollars or more. So yes, I’ll absolutely be marchin’ back fer more bottles before the rest o’ you savages catch on. If ye see me carryin’ a whole case out to the car, mind yer business.
