A couple of weeks ago I hosted the Tex & Fritz Wine Club and the Vegas Wineaux Wine Club for a special night of appetizers, cheeses, and Opolo wines. While my intentions were stellar, the proverbial “best laid plans” kind of kicked in. My beautifully planned five-year vertical … well, let’s just say that I had a slight miscalculation. Of about four years. Oops. Let me explain. According to CellarTracker, I had five years of Opolo Mtn. Zin, 2004-2008. Maybe not. As it turns out, it appears that the Wineaux Guy and I had indulged at some time and I …
While I really liked the new look I’d come up with before (and so did others – I was nominated for a Black Weblog Award!), it still didn’t do what I wanted to do. So I sat down to figure exactly what it was that I wanted. (If you’re easily bored with techy stuff, you can stop reading now)
While recuperating from even relatively minor surgery is, by design, ridiculously boring, it’s necessary so that one can do stuff afterward. And because there’s a lot of stuff that I want to do, I’m following doctor’s orders to the “T.” Mostly.
I had learned about the wine event through Vegas4Locals, a company that keeps us locals up to date on events going on in town. I’m always looking for wine stuff, so this was a treat. At $25, the price was more than reasonable, especially for a Strip property. As soon as I strolled into the pool area, I knew I’d done the right thing. The venue was gorgeous.
This wasn’t a one-time, in-one-sitting tasting. This turned out to be a three-day adventure for him and a nearly identical adventure for me. And most of it’s ’cause we don’t know everything we should know about Mourvèdre. But we do know just enough to be dangerous.
My Las Vegas project is actually going to be much more long term than just the summer, and I’m still working on organizing the details. While this could easily turn into an encyclopedia of wine, architecture, food, people, landmarks, blah blah blah, I’d rather keep it simple-ish.
So I became an ABC (Anything But Chard) gal. It was quite a few years before I found the Chard character my palate desired and, as I discovered, you had a spend a little money to get it. Nowadays – whether it’s because you really don’t have to spend a fortune to enjoy a good Chard or because my palate has matured – I enjoy it on a fairly regular basis.
Yup. Me. Liking white wines. Who’da thunk?