Ever wonder why Fred Flintstone always seemed so happy and why he could only get a license to drive a foot powered vehicle? That’s because he was always plastered off his ass on this wine. These pre-historic vines were originally planted roughly around 30,000 B.C. by one Captain Caveman-Peterson, who later founded the town of Bedrock, now modern day Sonoma. His great to the 263rd power Grandson was Joel Peterson, founder of a tiny winery no one’s ever heard of called RavensWood, and whose son, the very talented Morgan Twain-C.-Peterson, now presides over the production of this wine. Isn’t genealogy fun? Back in Caveman days they didn’t know what red grapes they were planting, but Archeologists now believe this is a blend of 40% Zinfandel, 30% Cairignanne, and 30% Ugh-Ugh (mixed black grapes). Remember when the RavensWood motto was “no wimpy wines” and then after Joel sold the winery the wines got all wimpy? This is where the ass-whippin’ went. Black and bruised in the glass, mega-concentrated black fruit flavors abound, with whiffs of mint, briar, and earth rounding out the flavor profile. This is a young wine that should age until the early Jetson era.