He’d be brawny. Sinewy. Deep. Like he’d been thinking deep thoughts but then needed to go pummel a bear.
Wait, strike that.
I’m not advocating hurting bears you guys. Just perpetuating stereotypes of manhood.
Oddly enough a wine whose maker’s name is Lilian et Sophie Bauchet seems to fit my needs.
Maybe I should stop dating men. At least the disappointing ones. And just drink:
A Vin de France
From Fleurie if I am to believe what I read though the bottle would not belie the cru. But a blend from my fave new place?
I wanna believe. In love.
And this wine.
No pedigree beyond being recommended by Marissa Fuck Yea! Ross
ps I added the Fuck Yea! cause I dig her wine stylings. She just goes by Marissa Ross.
All of this is to say I would bang the hell out of this wine. It is challenging yet soothing. Perfect. For one night. I would not marry this wine but we would totally have a healthy recreational sex life.
Okay I’m getting carried away so I’m gonna give the tech stats:
Appearance: clear, ruby medium plus, medium tears
Nose: clean, medium intensity, red goddamned fruit. All of it: cherries, currants, raspberries and on. A hit of spices and white pepper.
On the tongue: Dry, almost a hit of yeast–I think this guy is natural so that makes sense. Acid medium plus. Tannins medium minus but astringent.
A teensy bit stemmy for me in all honesty. But I love the underdog who you think you cannot love–not that I love this one but as I said I’d sleep with it like a lot.
More red berries on the tongue. With medium alcohol, medium body flavors with a wee bit of wet raw grass to mix with aforementioned berries. Delightful.
It actually makes me want to eat that goat cheese coated with a raspberry and nutty coating my friends seem to periodically show up with? Maybe it’s a Trader Joe’s thing?
The finish is tart and more of the vines and you are kinda like I don’t think this guy is good for me but fuck he’s leading and I will follow until bedtime.
Cause I sleep alone.