At the Macari tasting lodge on Long Island, the man selling the 2005 Syrah begged me to cellar it for at least a year. Sorry: I opened it nine months later, on Easter Sunday, March 23, 2008. Here's my report: it's still as raw as a fresh-sawn barn board. But I like it very much. There's something charming here. Red wines go to the East Coast of the United States to die, it's said. But people keep trying to break the curse. Macari Syrah: very personable.