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.
The Wineaux Guy thankfully talked me off the precipice, insisting that 5:00 a.m. was not “late.” Ok. He had a point.
Of course, there are some wines that are made to be horrific on purpose, and I don’t mind slamming them. With enthusiasm.
There were no smiles, just puzzled, furrowed brows. Except for mine, of course. I had a barely-contained evil grin.
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.
My friend John Curtas of Eating Las Vegas fame told me in my early Vegas Wineaux blogging career, “don’t review a restaurant after only one visit.” Well, he’s a genuine restaurant critic with years of experience, and except for the occasional stellar or stinky incident, I have taken his advice to heart.
If they make it rich, then kudos. If they don’t, I can imagine that they would continue to make wine until the very end.
There are scads more “wine trails” in the Paso Robles/Central Coast area than I thought was humanly possible.
I must be nuts.
Before I go into my rant – which newbies may see as shallow, opinionated, narrow-minded, and snobbish, and I’m good with that – I just want to make a couple of things perfectly clear.
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).