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.
Let me explain. We already know that not every Rosé is like sex. I mean, after all, White Zinfandel is a Rosé. I mean, technically speaking. But really. Ew.
I’m going to be 60 my next birthday. Do I want to spend a gazillion dollars for a wine that will be good enough to drink in ten or more years, possibly “peaking” in 25? Uh. No.
One of the complaints I’ve received about my occasional tasting notes and/or videos is that I’m tasting wines that sometimes cannot be purchased anywhere any more. I would like to say I’m sorry, but I’m really not.
I dunno. Something about “Hug” and “Deer” just seemed to fit. But I digress.
I’m quite the advocate (Wine Advocate … get it?) of cooler temperatures for red wines than what we’re used to. We Americans tend to think that “room temperature” equals “warm.” Kind of how many Americans tend to think that “Chihuahua” equals “cute.”
As an example, venison is now being farm-raised, and therefore, it can be presumed, grain finished. Wave good-bye to the luscious, natural wild venison flavor! Let’s go for American Bland!
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 [...]
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.
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?
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.