Last night, my sweetie, a couple friends and I drank a bottle of 1997 Turley Black-Sears Zinfandel over dinner at Jojo. It didn't really match most of the meal, since we all perversely ordered seafood, but it was fantastically yummy. (I'd also brought a 1998 Beringer Sbragia Chardonnay, but we wanted what we wanted, even if it didn't match the food.) The wine still had that edgy blackberry fruit that it did when I tasted the barrel sample in 1998, but it had softened, rounded, and evolved that caramel-like flavor of a nicely mature wine. I was very happy about it, both to drink the wine, and to share it with friends who had not tasted something like that before.
We discussed Jared Diamond's _Collapse_ in the midst of that gustatory delight. Where will we be in a few years when oil demand meets oil production capacity? What will come of our efforts to do good in the world when many things that are cheap become expensive? Where do luxury zinfandel and grilled halibut fit into such a life? How does that affect our enjoyment of them now?
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