And I don’t count bubblies in the same category as flat whites because they are made completely differently. And two of them came in cans for heaven’s sakes. And speaking of heaven, let me get punny and bring up GODello.
Godello. Not just a new thing to be writing on white wine but this is a whole new grape! From Spain! Omigosh.
Cool down kids, we will get through this. Stronger together.
Breath. In, out.
Is this heavenly? Does it make me think of church?
Yes and yes for different reasons.
The church bit: Ya know the wet stone feel of an old church? If you don’t, hie thee to Europe. Or an old church or the St. Louis Art Museum–the old wing. But not to the church I grew up going to because we had grape juice at communion. And it was red. Although now that I think of it if I ran a church I would be forced to be punny and serve Godello. Because the more wretched the pun the better.
It runs in my family. Or should I say it puns in the…okay I’ll stop.
Oh right so there are a lot of wet stone notes in this wine hence the church remembrance. Yummm wet stone smell. And then in your mouth a bit of that chalky taste reminiscent of all the limestone that…okay probably wasn’t in your actual youth so much as my wine-addled mind’s imagination.
Heavenly? Well it is all full of lemons and meyer lemons (totes diff taste y’alls) and honeydew melon tastes. But then there is just a whiff of a finish of grass.
So imagine you are at, say, a church potluck. That for some reason is being held in the stone-smelling sanctuary. And someone brought a nice bright fruit salad with melon in it and it must have some lemon juice and maybe an orange slice or so in it. And while munching on the salad, breathing in the stony air you step out of doors for some reason. Maybe you’ve heard the lemonade-monger, that crazy kid! And it is a sunny grassy spring day. And there is a kid selling lemonade and you say yes and while chewing that salad you gulp some lemonade and breath in the church lawn. Got it?
That’s the combo of stone/fruit/herbaciousness you will get. In Godello.
No one said religion was simple.
No? Not working for the imagination? Well then find a bottle. Okay? Just say a little prayer of thanks for tasty wine.
And trying new things!
Novelty. Is sometimes the ticket to temporary brilliance.
Get ye some godello. Go with Godello!
I love you as much as she does,