Do you think I'm going to say bad things about a well-made example of my favorite varietal? I think not.
Was it genuine respect, damning with faint praise, or was I being overly skeptical of the tone of Wine Enthusiast's gushing press release? You tell me.
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.
While I walked out of VSJ without joining the club, that was by the thinnest of margins and utilizing a willpower I didn't know I had.
Alex gave me a look and said, "You lost him?!? With THAT hat?!?" And it's been an ongoing inside chuckle ever since!
Inside of the building, there is a stunningly beautiful tasting bar made completely of Onyx and backlit underneath. Wow.
Well, after my trip to Paso Robles last month, I'm finding myself eyeballs-deep in post. And I'm the staff!
That chunky, short-haired person talking with Paul is me back then. Now I have long hair. Still chunky. Whatever.
We were having such a good time - and The Wineaux Guy™ was a magnet with his huge hat - that the next thing we knew, we were being escorted out at the end of the event. What!? How did that happen!?
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.
It seemed like every American-made Viognier was a wannabe Chardonnay - kept in so much oak that the floral aroma that makes it so distinctive was lost in a sea of butter. Until recently.
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.