Tasted July 19, 2007.
Medium, innocent amber shades fill this easily handled, antique-looking bottle. The nose traveled in like semi melted caramel at the back of your mouth. A slow, sexy aroma, lacking any rush hour or overbearing process. The body, a blues and jazz house around midnight, where only red, tan, orange and maroon light play across the last vocals of an unforgettable woman. Finishing, this gem leaves the pallet painted a mixture of Carravaggio and Georges De La Tour, bringing just enough natural light to a captivating scene and leaving the rest of world a mystery. Brown sugars, caramel, melted marshmallow, vanilla, creme, saturated oak and a cabin fire carry Conecuh Ridge. No other guests but cracked ice and a well-made rocks glass should be invited to make a nights worth of conversation.©2007
amberriverdancer
The lonely canvas will always remain bare until it is painted with the beautiful brush of bourbon's finsest artists.