We opened a bottle of Je Suis Petite Sirah at Christmas dinner. Having last tasted it before bottling (last spring? geesh) I was apprehensive, but it’s just as good as I remembered. We decanted into a little pitcher, which not only gave Petite some breathing room but also allowed us to fawn over her magnificent hue. What a purple! It reminds me of one of those star garnets that look black until you hold the stone up to the sun and then sparkling ruby rays appear. Except this is purple. Deep, luscious inky purple. Mmm. The other thing I can’t get over is how amazing it feels. Like a mouthful of satin (tasty, tasty satin), it’s soft and round and silky. A massage for the tongue. I wax poetic. Je Suis Petite Sirah: a drinker’s muse!