I've also discovered that dried pink grapefruit peel (recipe experiment) has the fragrance of "cat pee" which I find so appealing (no pun intended) in Sauv Blanc.
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.
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.
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.
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.
If you come into this bar to cheer for the other team, you do so at your own peril.
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).
And then I tasted it. Dammit.
People, like grapes, come in all colors. And like grapes, can sometimes be surprising with their personalities, characteristics, and the way that other people perceive them.
You'd think that after trashing the Café Zinfandel like I did, the fact that I went out and bought a cube of boxed Pinot Noir would be the height of insanity. And you'd probably be right.
The official name of the Strip, by the way, is Las Vegas Blvd. And I'm not a "Stripper." Get it?