For years I thought the “Electrique” must be referring to the gooseflesh effect this wine had on my skin -- but no, turns out genius winemaker John Cameron named this single vineyard bottling after the electrified fence protecting his ethereal fruit from the well-heeled, super-refined-palated deer that roam his woods. Who can blame them for wanting to get in? This is as great as America gets: forest-floor, bright, nervy, lifted red fruit, and a finish that extends down to your brainstem’s reptilian core. What I want people who love me to get me for Christmas, every year, forever and ever.