Which ultimately didn’t matter because of one important reason. It didn’t suck.
Just to be clear, the Zins were red, not the “White” Zins so common in the supermarkets. In general, "White Zinfandel" is simply a Rosé that has not been fermented to dryness.
Viva La New World! This is a blend that would make the haughtiest of dead Bordelais spin like a lathe in his grave.
I managed to drag my friend Shannon along for the event - okay, maybe “drag” is a little bit of an exaggeration. She more or less sprinted, ready to go!
We’d have a blind taste-off with wines that we brought from our own cellars (wine coolers, actually. This is Vegas. There are no cellars.)
I can finally watch Food Network again without cringing. Too much.
I do keep close track on my levels and am very happy to have my personal mini-EMT on board.
Meat. Cabernet. And, if you insist, a salad. Health, you know.
Not many people know that prior to Prohibition, Los Angeles was the premier appellation for grape growing and winemaking in all of California.
And then there was the stroke of serendipity that changed everything.