I would like to think that I go into most experiences with the best of intentions. I believe that many of you would say the same as well. When it comes to the wine drinking experience, a meal, a gathering of any sort, or anything, we want it to be the best. Well not everything is going to be the best, but we hope it’s a great experience, and some to remember by.
Then there’s those other occasions where the wine is just not up the par, and a weak bottle is sometimes necessary to reset things and put things back into that perspective, or whatever melodramatic, romantic, or wishy washy term you want to use.
For the bulk of the next couple of months, or for however many weeks or time, there’s going to be a lot of white and Rosé talk, with maybe a red thrown in. I feel like I’ve said this before. But I guess we have to start somewhere, and this could be one of those reset buttons, as sometimes it’s needed.
This was an off week, but the 2014 Prospector Chardonnay from Pioneer Wine Co. (which I had a difficult time finding a link for) leaves a lot to be desired.
Not every week or story needs to have a theme, or anything inspirational to go with it. Sometimes it’s really just a glass or bottle of wine, and then you go on about your day. Well that’s how I felt about this wine. The information is presented to you on the back of the label, but this was flat.
I didn’t overthink about a bottle to buy or what to do. I saw something and I grabbed it. At about $12, give or take, it’s not the end of the world. I didn’t expect oak or bursting flavors, or anything that would be considered life changing. I sensed something was off. But as friends of mine have told me, feelings are fickle, and for the most part (if not all) we create our own happiness, our surroundings, and how we feel over the course of the day, and in our lives.
Wine is sometimes a game of chance. If you don’t know what to buy, what to try, and you feel a certain way then you’ll attract chance, you test fate, and sometime that’s a good thing. The element of surprise if your friend. And even when its lackluster, those feelings are well, fickle.
Life is meant to be enjoyed and this wine was a chore. For a medium-bodied Chardonnay it was about as middle of the road as it gets. Medium to be me, in this instance, feels like it’s just there.
This is a wine I uncorked, allow some time to breathe, poured it into my glass, enjoyed my salmon dinner, and put my glass in the sink. That’s how I felt about the wine. If you can read between the lines or notes, then you get what I’m saying.
You don’t need to be an expert to know this wine is missing something. It never got even into first gear.
Well you’ve got to start somewhere, and sometimes that means starting over. or just allowing the universe to reset itself.
There’s always a positive and a way to look at this glass half full.
Something tells me we get it back going again soon.
Peace as always Be With You.