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I needed a Rosé that acted like it was older than a high-school coed, with personality, charm, and strength. A grownup. And since I was in the mood for a Rosé, I grabbed one of my bottles of 2009 Hug Cellars xoxo Rosé. Hugs and Kisses. Get it?
The first two bottles were great, don't get me wrong. This one (time to rest? bottle variation? planet alignment? full moon? sun spots?) was absolutely outstanding, and I stretched that bottle out over two nights. It lost almost nothing the second evening.
Cooper and I will miss our little roomie, since he was very "uncatlike." Outgoing, talkative, and a purr machine, he was a delightful household companion.
The only downside is that their washable tattoos don’t wash off very easily. I had some explaining to do about the Naked and ZinBitch tattoos that were prominently displayed on my neckline. But that’s another story.
What's interesting - at least to my eyes and is the complete antithesis of American White Zin producers - they are using a green bottle and though I've only been able to look at it in pictures, the wine actually looks, well, *white*!
The Trader Joe's tasting was quite an eye-opener for many of us who tend to have more, um, *polished* palates than the average person. Okay, I'll just say it. We're wine snobs.
The 2007 Kiamie White Kuvée is a serious wine in spite of the kitschy spelling of cuvée. A blend of 65% Viognier and 35% Rousanne, it has seen oak, but unlike many Viognier and Viognier blends, it is most definitely not a Napa Chard wannabe.
Only a certifiable lunatic would bring an old Zin to the Zin Fest where there are multiple wines that could easily smack it down. It took someone having a brass pair to do this, but when I saw "the poster," I knew that Doug was the guy.
Just like wine events all over, the Wine Festival consists of winery activities throughout the long weekend, with the “Grand Tasting” on Saturday afternoon. Last year, we took a lot of video, did interviews, photographed everything, and had a wonderful time. This year, circumstances just won’t cooperate. Dang it.
The next night I had a roasted turkey thigh and poured a glass of the same wine – with some trepidation, I might add. After all, could a wine that caressed the barbecue sauce so beautifully the night before possibly be any good with plain ‘ol turkey?