The name, Rocket Science, I am assuming, is a tongue-in-cheek attempt at saying that wine making is NOT rocket science. He's right, it's not, but it can get awfully complicated. This thinly disguised rant against the phenomenon of Napa Valley cult wines, (a category in which Caldwell is not included), comes over as trite and a little pathetic...like some old boy's insider joke that nobody else gets. In the same vein is Clark Smith and his line of Cheapskate Wines...it's a shame that teenage boys can't drink wine in the US...nudge, nudge, wink, wink. Say no more!
I don't buy into cult worship myself. Last year I was fortunate to be able to partake in a blind tasting of the usual suspects (all '02 Cabs), Bond, Harlan, Phelps, etc., (Screaming Eagle was not included). My favourite was the David Arthur Elevation 1147. I'm a bit of an 'Emperors New Clothes' type person so I'm not easily influenced by the opinions or reactions of others. To me, it was the best of the bunch because I was using my taste buds, no one else's, and I drink what I like. I very rarely read wine reviews, they're boring. There are plenty of wines I can find out there, in the entire universe, for myself...thank you very much.
Rocket Science is great if you like a particular brand of humour paired with your wine. I was left just feeling sorry for the poor retailer who is trying to merchandise this wine, on it's side, in a bin. The angled sides of this bottle would make it rocket right out onto the floor!
To quote Colin McPhail of Larkmead Vineyards, "Less cult, more cultivation". With that being said, I'm launching myself out into the vineyard.