What’s the title mean? I’m sentimental but then again, I can sense what’s real, what to feel, and what just feels uninspired and unimaginative. It’s an intuition and clairvoyance we’re all capable of having. Some better than others. I honestly have no idea where this will go, except I’ll just keep going.
I’m big on memories, but only the good ones. The bad ones or the experiences, are just those too. Yeah.
I had a visitor from my past, more so from my childhood show up this past weekend. The way I write that sounds mysterious, sounds cryptic, and sounds estranged. It would be all of the above. If this person reads this I think he would appreciate what I’m saying. As the feeling is mutual. I’ll leave that to your own interpretation, and maybe some of you reading this might relate to what I’m saying?
We move from one holiday to another. Wait, no not yet. There’s necessary lulls where we don’t have to talk about anything in particular except the day at hand, or well, what may be coming. There’s things coming alright. But I want to talk about a bottle that while I was looking for something else, essentially found me.
There’s just something about Portland that’s been on my mind lately. Maybe it’s because there’s lots of rain in the forecast this week here in Maryland, and aside from sun today, it’s been mostly grey skies going back to this past weekend. I take this all as a sign. I take a lot of things as signs. The universe is always speaking to us, whether we realize it, or are paying attention to things or not.
On the nose, tells a story of a beautiful bouquet of spring, flowers, and fresh fruits. Those are the standards of any good Rosé, or maybe I’m just talking nonsense, and pretending to give you some expert analysis. Maybe all of the above.
Jammy and fruit forward, sure why not? Well yes. I definitely tasted strawberries, but watermelon? Maybe if I don’t think so hard. This is a good wine, that’s worth paying a few extra dollars for. At around $15, this is isn’t going to hurt you and it’s good to splurge here and there. This is what life is all about.
Easy to drink, goes down smooth, and loaded with structure, depth, and character. That’s what you want in a Rosé, that’s what you want in a wine, and that’s what you want in anything.
I don’t recall having a Rosé made from Pinot Gris at all. There’s a first time for everything, or maybe I’m just oblivious to everything. That sounded kind of funny. Mixed in Rosé from Pinot Noir and Grenache, it creates a brilliant blend that I feel would work as a Red Blend equivalent. Just a thought. Maybe the rain and all of this eeriness is getting to me.
If you’re looking for a fairy tale romance or heartwarming ending to a story, this one may do it for some. Some just want a bottle of wine and not think so much. Me, I think too much and I feel too much. For feeling, this is absolutely a wine for that. If you’re into emotions and being captivated, this might do it for some, and literally just be a wine to drink when the weather is nice, or it’s grey and murky like it is now.
I love it all, and as we ride high into the season of Rosé, I don’t want to get carried away and make this a weekly thing. More might be coming, as will more whites. As for the reds, I can’t bit adieu just yet. I never will. There’s room for reds and there’s room for everybody.
Estranged or not.
Peace Be With You.