I’m a beast. I’m not provincial but all the same fuck you Belle! I like that the baker has bread like always! What if I showed up and he’d gone hipster and was selling gluten-free cupcakes? That would suck.
I’ll take a wee bit of province and a wee bit of Provence, thank you.
Provence!! Cue lavender fields and olives.
Strike the olives. I hate olives. Although they do grow in Provence.
Actually if truth is told I generally am not too into the Provence pinks. They tend to be too pale, too easy-going, too…well I start singing the “there must be more” Beauty and the Beast song.
Dang I guess I’m a hypocrite. I want the provincial bread. But not always the provincial Provençal wine. Got it?
Fortunately there is justttttt enough interesting stuff this Provençal wine.
And there is a bit more in my life.
Like this non-provincial Provençal wine, it has a lot of the same all but mixed up just enough to keep me going back for more. Living and wine.
Enough philosophical babble, here are the deets!
Eye: pale pink slightly salmons, quick thin tears.
Nose: clean, medium intensity, cherries, peaches, sweet cherries, and your standard brook. Babbling brook.
Taste: dry, medium acid, medium alcohol (13%abv), medium body, medium intensity, sweet cherries, tangerine, grapefruit, stones n stuff, finish is medium. So there is so much is medium in this it borders on boring but has enough complexity of flavor to just end up balanced.
Quality? Good, medium price n so on. Get the fuck in whilst ye can or I’d never share this “medium”(hint: it’s more than medium) booze.
Me, from me non-provincial corner of LA where you see more tortilla makers with their tortillas like always than you do French bread makers. And that’s okay. As long as they keep the gluten in.