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What a lovely Thursday night. We sat down to watch the season premiere of The Office, enjoying a meal of fettucini alfredo with buffalo-style chicken sausage and a FABULOUS new favorite wine. It's the Artezin Zinfandel 2006 Mendocino County. Big, rich, and spicy, the only thing that would've made it better would've been consuming it on a Friday night. Damn, the work week.

Winemaker's Notes
Personally selected for Artezin, this fruit comes from some of California’s finest Zinfandel regions including Sonoma’s Dry Creek Valley, Amador (Shenandoah Valley), and Mendocino (Ukiah Valley).

Deep ruby red in color, this Zinfandel shows forward blackberry and raspberry aromas melding with black pepper, licorice and currants. Black cherry flavors follow with nutmeg, allspice, pepper, and dark chocolate undertones while the texture is rich and round with some sweet tannins giving backbone and structure.

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