That being said, I was going to go to at least four to five wineries/olive oil producers each day, take lots of pictures, and document everything carefully and thoroughly. Well, two out of three ain’t bad.
Meanwhile, I have a gazillion pictures, hours of videos, and pages upon pages of notes and observations to sift through as I share my experiences during this wonderful trip.
Something has happened during my time here, and that’s called “resting.”
The Wineaux Guy thankfully talked me off the precipice, insisting that 5:00 a.m. was not “late.” Ok. He had a point.
Of course, there are some wines that are made to be horrific on purpose, and I don’t mind slamming them. With enthusiasm.
As I noted earlier, I didn’t need something from the I-Can’t-Believe-I-Spent-That-Much-For-A-Bottle-Of-Wine cooler. So the Hahn Pinot fit the bill perfectly.
They have come together to show that Paso Robles Cabernet Sauvignon is now a force in the wine world, and they are going to be its evangelists.
In between there will be roaming the California coast from Santa Barbara to Solvang, Paso Robles to Monterey. My cameras and notepads are at the ready, and I’m jonesing for adventure.
I remember enjoying it because it came out of a bottle that had a cork and wasn’t cloyingly sweet. It was a real wine, and I never drank the Strawberry Hill again.
There were no smiles, just puzzled, furrowed brows. Except for mine, of course. I had a barely-contained evil grin.
The finish was exquisite, lengthy, and sensual, which gave me a “I’ll have what’s she’s having” moment which the men around me immediately noticed.
It’s a stick of butter disguised as a cake. It’s so good. So rich. I felt my thighs fluff and my arteries harden from just one bite.