There's no way that you'd confuse it with one of its Burgundian cousins; it is quintessentially California, and it wears its California style proudly.
Early adopters claim metaphysical powers of the egg, while others say that their customers like looking at them because they're cool.
Fun from the Wine Bloggers Conference! Let's see how this works!
While the visit to Caesar's was pretty horrific - in fact, I haven't returned - the one jewel was the glass of Calera Pinot Noir which was presented to me to make up for all of the Wine Fubars they had committed.
Jocularity and minds-in-the-gutter snickering aside, I want to talk about my first time with specific types and varietals of wines and the impact that they made on my wine-loving experience.
On the nose I detected a whiff of watermelon interspersed with strawberries and beach. Yeah, beach. Think northern California beach, early morning, breezy and cool. Just a whiff of *that.*
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.
As one person told me, "I've always wanted to learn about wines, and thought this was a good place to start." Indeed.
Okay, since driving wasn't involved, it was actually wine drinking. Staggering home is not illegal. At least as far as I know.
You won't regret it and you'll taste wines that will make you take a step back (The Wineaux Guy™'s term for a really good wine that stuns you).
I never forsook my quest for a great Chardonnay, and because of that, I began to taste (and enjoy) a complete range of white wines. And in the process, I lost my ABC attitude. Oh, that means Anything But Chardonnay.
So this short little post is to tell you to pop a cork on something expensive, red, and delicious, and then on Monday, say a prayer for those willing run into harm's way to protect us.