This would be fabulous with a weekend late evening summer dinner of salads, light meats, and other summer fare. It also pairs well with writing, because it's what I'm drinking now as I sit at the keyboard.
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."
“Oh!” said a friend of mine with whom I’d shared my decision, “you’re going to become a sommelier!” Well, maybe. It’s on the list. This is where my OCD kicks in. It’s what I call my “While I’m At It” plan.