I finished a bottle of Yoakim Bridge '13 Zin with turkey soup tonight. I had started it last Wednesday at Underwood in Graton, with NY steak. The only way the steak might have been better would have been if it had been dry-aged. The only way the soup could have been better would have been, er, ah, um, uh, no. I cooked it myself, using turkey I roasted myself, and broth (and meat pickings) I did myself. By definition, wonderful, and equally, imperfect. But it was the way I like it.
The wine is from Dave Cooper's dry-farmed head-pruned vineyard that's older than I am and I'm twice as old as Jack Benny.
And Dave knows what he's doing.
For those who care, 14.5% alcohol.