While it may have the depth and darkness of an old oil painting, this Jacaranda Ridge cabernet still ripples with mint, verbena and spice, An oil painting for more than the eyes. Darkness like the long strong bow of a cello. Crimson red made by history itself. But this wine has only just begun. A private club haze of hushed voices and oak humidors. But out of the murk grows mint, verbena, a crackling clarity, rippling with spice in the middle of the still life.