To me, Seghesio isn’t a wine, it is a factor in a past relationship. It was like a good friend who would visit and make an impression on the evening. I remember different evenings over different delicious meals and feeling that excited satisfaction to find Seghesio on the wine menu at that restaurant. I think the first time we had Seghesio was at Il Davide and then one time at Copia’s restaurant and after that it was given that if we were enjoying a wonderful meal, a romantic evening and our wallets weren’t too thin, it was a good evening for Seghesio.
I should clarify, it was their Zinfandel, and it was in 2006 and 2007 so their 2005 was probably what we were drinking.
It could stand on its own, but it would compliment the rich sauces we’d devour, it would still taste fine in its last ounce, while our table was being cleared. Like a red, it would create a purple smear across our teeth and present itself with every inebriated Cheshire cat smile of contentment.
It was a friend, an event on it’s own and a perfume we wore on our way out the restaurant door…
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