I am a wine polyagomist. I have enough tastebuds to love a whole lotta fluids. From grapes. Grapes. Wrest ye minds from zee gutters.
What I am saying is while in a person I want one, in my grapes I am a flagrant harlot seeking pleasure.
This one is a surprising pleasure.
It was surprising in that I was not expecting it when boom! FedEx was at my door. Thank you Gallo publicists.
I know you are thinking “that is one grape!” It is just Pinot Noir!
But look more closely at the bottle. This is Monterey County + Sonoma County + Santa Barbara County and the same grape is wildly different depending which of those locations it is grown.
Let us be more specific. In Monterey it is Santa Lucia Highlands. In Sonoma it is Russian River. And then in general Santa Barbera.
I don’t need my loves to know their entire genetic past. As with wine this is enough because it is good in my…okay it is good. Great even. For a 25 buck wine (I did not buy but that is the suggested price) this is QUITE do-able.
I am probably more picky with men but maybe I should move past this metaphor.
This wine has the elements of its main three regions. There is the jammy nature of Santa Barbara where SoCal heats things up. There is the red fruit and chipper acid of Monterey where coastal breezes keep things from being jammy. Then there are the bright cherry notes and elegant tannins which are gripping yet drying but not unpleasantly so from Sonoma. Those coastal breezes counteract brutal sun.So blend those three grapes together and it is a damned fine wine.
Heck. I LOVE when something I did not expect arrives at my door AND is SUPER good. Hell.
Life is good. Kiss the ones you love. Hold their hands. And then…drink the shit out of whatever beverage you wish because monogamy is for people.
Free love is for grapes.