It tastes just like… pink.
It’s been a pretty long time since I’ve had any Moscato wine. Once upon a time it was the only varietal that I liked.
I call it the gateway wine. Believe it not, there used to be a time when I thought I didn’t like wine. I call it the time before wine, or B.W. for short.
Truly, this whole wine infatuation is Xavier’s fault. I learned it by watching him.
I said, “I don’t like wine”, and he said, “here, try this.”
See there, that’s how it started, but at the time I thought I only liked wine that was pink and sweet because I was naive and silly.
Last summer our idea of a good time was a bottle of white or pink Moscato in our wine glasses from Goodwill that had green cactus stems. I bought them because they were campy. We would sit out on the patio at night and kill a bottle of Moscato in our campy wine glasses and all was right with the world.
Then one of my personal training clients bought me a real bottle of wine for Christmas and, upon tasting it for the first time, I was like “Holy f*&king shit! How have I lived this long without wine?”
So anyway, about the Gallo Family Pink Moscato, it’s a simple, light and sweet, pink wine. It’s tasty. No oak to speak of, but pleasant notes of citrus and peach. 9% alcohol. For $5.99 it sure beats the hell out of a 2L bottle of Pineapple Fanta.
This is not the wine to turn to for solving life’s more significant dilemmas, but not all wine needs to be that heavy duty. Like making small talk with strangers, sometimes the situation calls for something light and casual.
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