White Blend: Big House ($8)

[Continuation from below post.]

We tried a second wine.

"It's a wine that I would toss in a guy's face at a bar."

"I don't know if I like this one," DVT said.

"It's better than the other one," AH said. "I don't mind it. I don't think I'm picky with wine though. I would drink anything."

A few glasses later, DVT said, "I prefer drinking the other one."

AH nodded. "I think I would prefer the Sutter Home."

It was bitter, we agreed.

DVT said, "It's a wine that I would toss in a guy's face at a bar."

AH said, "It's a wine that they would hand out for free at the art thing."

Later, DVT's boyfriend, JP, arrived. "This wine is good!" he said, when asked for an opinion. "It tastes like a classy and high-quality Manischewitz."

Chardonnay: Sutter Home

I'm sorry it's been so long! I've been drinking wine, as usual, and taking notes on some of them, but then I didn't write them up immediately, and now those notes are tragically incomprehensible. So let's take a moment of silence for the "not atrocious" wine with "peppery notes" that I drank in Vermont with C and my friend Z, and another moment for a Trader Joe's wine that I drank at some point, somewhere, with someone.

And now, to business.

"This is my boyfriend's mom's favorite wine."

A week ago, I was sitting in my new New Orleans home (!) with some new New Orleans friends (!), drinking some wine.

"It's kind of... sweet," DVT said. She took another sip. "It's kind of... dry."

We all sat there, pondering the mysterious complexities of wine. AH pointed out that the bottle's label said that the wine was "medium between sweet and dry." We all sat there, contemplating our wisdom.

"I don't think I like this," DVT said.

"It tastes rotten," I said.

"This is my boyfriend's mom's favorite wine," AH said.


VERDICT: Fine.