So Caleb. I like intense men. Caleb has this whole messianic aura about him. You just know before he dies he's going to discover a new religion, as a matter of fact there I was in his near the airport winery, crammed with cement tanks and old wood fermenters and mostly old barrels getting down on the floor, squatting on his green Crocks, he wielded a piece of chalk. Other visionaries have done this thing with me, including Nicolas Joly and Jacques Lardiere, from Jadot. Jacques once drew so many diagrams I got dizzy. In a few minutes Caleb's lecture turned into this: The wines. Good. Like them. They have spark and spunk and foot stomping and plenty of stems! Stems I believe is the saving grace for those of us in the Anti-Flavor Squad. Wines to look for: '09 Semillon/Sauvignon with a nice lemon edge (shit, did I just recommend a Washington White wine?) Les Collines syrah. But frankly, all of his wines are worth giving a look see to see what is possible in that area. I leave it up to you--what do you think Caleb was getting at? Did I say you can't reduce Art through Science did Caleb or did Ken Wilbur?