I feel so... dirty
Well, not really. But kinda. A little.
About a half hour ago I decided to crack open a bottle of wine. I have a small collection to choose from here in the house... and it's hot out. I poked around to see what I had to choose from and found that I have three bottles of blush wine (read: sweet pink stuff - NOT real rose, but blush) that The Tall One purchased at an upstate winery. Why he bought these is beyond me, since I drink more alcohol in one week than he takes in over a whole year... but purchase he did. And never once opened any of it, so here they sit. People, this is not exactly wine to be aged, it's going to go bad. Soon.
Well... what the heck, why not? I poured a glass. And now I've poured two. It's a good thing I'm not a wine snob because this is like drinking some watermelon-ish, strawberry-ish alcohol... but it's nummy and what I was in the mood for so who cares that it's not what my co-workers would consider "real wine"? It's also 12% ABV - in other words, not something one should swigg down. Problem is it's so sweet and easy to drink that's exactly what I'm tempted to do with it. I could easily down the whole bottle tonight. Danger Will Robinson....
Last night I polished off what remained of a quite nice bottle of Tempranillo (the distributor came to the store and told me to take home what was left from the in-store tasting he did), and now this cotton candy like stuff... I'm a wine omnivore. A vinovore? I can picture some Far Side like cartoon of a dinosaur with a white wine glass in his tiny, underdeveloped right hand... hee!
About a half hour ago I decided to crack open a bottle of wine. I have a small collection to choose from here in the house... and it's hot out. I poked around to see what I had to choose from and found that I have three bottles of blush wine (read: sweet pink stuff - NOT real rose, but blush) that The Tall One purchased at an upstate winery. Why he bought these is beyond me, since I drink more alcohol in one week than he takes in over a whole year... but purchase he did. And never once opened any of it, so here they sit. People, this is not exactly wine to be aged, it's going to go bad. Soon.
Well... what the heck, why not? I poured a glass. And now I've poured two. It's a good thing I'm not a wine snob because this is like drinking some watermelon-ish, strawberry-ish alcohol... but it's nummy and what I was in the mood for so who cares that it's not what my co-workers would consider "real wine"? It's also 12% ABV - in other words, not something one should swigg down. Problem is it's so sweet and easy to drink that's exactly what I'm tempted to do with it. I could easily down the whole bottle tonight. Danger Will Robinson....
Last night I polished off what remained of a quite nice bottle of Tempranillo (the distributor came to the store and told me to take home what was left from the in-store tasting he did), and now this cotton candy like stuff... I'm a wine omnivore. A vinovore? I can picture some Far Side like cartoon of a dinosaur with a white wine glass in his tiny, underdeveloped right hand... hee!