Just for fun

Holy heck I miss carefree rosé. So here you go.

Rosé I was gonna refuse to think about but here we are I’m giving it a brain cell. One cell. Just know my brain contains multitudes.

2016 Chateau D’Or et de Gueules Rosé

Mourvèdre, Cinsault, Syrah, Grenache

Okay skip ahead for the irreverent analysis sweet sweet content. BUT!!!!! because I’m gearing up to start WSET diploma:

Eye: light salmon, quick tears

Nose: stone, strawberry and honeydew

Tongue: dry, medium acid, medium alcohol (checked it is 12.5 abv), light body, strawberries, raspberries, dry white stones on a bleak plateau (no kidding), and someone stepped on a rose nearby. Finish is quick but no bother because this wine is for rejoicing.

Carry on BUT:

Here are your wine metaphors:

This rosé is a Carl’s Jr. order of fries. It’s not McDonalds. But it is FRIES and they are good and fill that fry bill. So it is with refreshing Provençal rosé. Night boos.

Another milestone

I finally had a grand cru. So now I’ve had a birth year wine and a Grand Cru. And Cristal.

All were beautiful. But I think I’m having post-winum depression like…what’s next?

Still haven’t had a Bordeaux first growth. Or Chinese wine. Or a wine younger than 1965 (it was a Wendt Bros. Pinot Noir). Or Winston Churchill (the prestige cuvée of Pol Roger). Or Opus One. Or the REST of the Burg and Bordeaux crus so I’ve got my work cut out for me if I REALLY want to turn into a namedropping ladyyyy.

Which I don’t.

Except I do wanna try all that stuff.

I also really wanna taste a Valtellina Inferno cause the goth in me craves the dark hellfire of wine with a name like that.

I need to make a checklist of wines to try somedayyyyy. In the meantime I have to say that Grand Crus solidly rock.

If I ever check everything off the list I’ll be forced to start my own winery. I have a name in mind.

What a beaut

Before I get into it remember that the first three letters of beautiful are Bea.

And I now present for your adulation Azienda Paolo Bea’s 2010 Umbria Rosso “San Valentino”, a 70% Sangiovese/15% Sagrantino/15% Montepulciano that I want to marry.

Bea is also the first three letters of Beau. This wine will be my lover. And my Valentine(o). Good god the wordplay is endless. I’ll try to restrain my verbal tendencies.

Why do I love this wine? The Rosso is sturdy and dark-souled, but elegant. I guess I want to court a regal beast.

Also don’t forget Bea switched up is Bae.

It is man enough to, well, manhandle me. Sturdy tannins for days.

But graceful enough to make it last. It is all tomato balsamic and earth and cola and more dirt but thats just flotsam in a dark berry river running down dry as fuck riverbeds. And me and my beau are rafting through on a float made of 50 year old vines.

Beautiful Bae, I want this Bea to be my beau.

I either need to drink more wine, or get laid, which is which. As it is I am writing this sober at home on a Tuesday. I’m going to eat some ice cream and dream of getting my greedy hands on more Bea.

You do you.

Can you dig it?

Latest piece is up on Delectable here!

It’s about canned wine. I tasted so much bad wine I thought I was starting to not like wine anymore. I poured so much wine down my sink. I tasted artisanal hipster bullshit in cans so chic I was sure they would taste good and declared “bullshit” as I promptly dumped them.

However! I found some winners and reported on them here.

Now I have to be honest. I have two favorites and one is a wine spritzer that may barely be wine and I don’t care because it tastes good so there you go. It’s the Barefoot Cellars Spritzer in Red Sangria. Don’t think of it as wine. Think of it as a treat.

That’s all from the (wine) battle grounds.