Keep your eyes peeled. I found this bottle in a liquor store in Arcata, Humboldt County, way-Northern California. It was dusty, seemingly long forgotten. It was on a shelf next to a display of beef jerky, Doritos and dips. The price tag on it read $20. The clerk, a white guy with dreads who smelled as though he'd been doing beer bong hits in the back room, gave me a big cheesy grin and said something like, '87 man, hella cool. Far out - you gotta drink that ****, man'. It was like being in a Kevin Smith movie.
It was a bit of a risk - a 23 year-old bottle from a package store - but I figured it was worth it. Worse that could happen is that I get a dud bottle and a fun story.
Still very youthful colour. Dark.
Smoked cherries with a bit of green stalkiness on the nose - there's a bit of debate as to whether it's very slightly corked.
The palate is soft and charming with supple stone fruit and good texture. Then, sadly, it disappears, going totally hollow. There's still some nice vibrancy there. Just past it and maybe a hint of TCA. Fun to buy though.
Oh, and only 12.5% abv.
Tasted on Crawford Gardens, Summer 2010