I've talked often in the past of my lack of enjoyment of American wines. I've had all kinds, everything from Washington Merlot to Oregon Pinot Gris to California's Opus One. One or two really expensive Oregon Pinot Noirs have been acceptable--not thrilling, but not bad.
Last night we had a couple of friends over, one of whom used to work in the hospitality industry. He brought a bottle of wine from a local producer in Walla Walla (east of the Cascades) and swore up, down, and sideway that I'd like it. So we opened it up to go with a hearty beef marrow stew, and lo!, it was very tasty indeed: