Rich. Indulgent. Lavish.
That’s one way to put it.
Xavier and I needed a new wine to try and I chose this one because the picture on the label reminded me of Adele’s Rolling In The Deep video.
Xavier was unimpressed by the comparison and even more unimpressed with Adele.
To be fair, most of her songs make me want to jump out a window but I do enjoy Rolling In The Deep just a teeny tiny bit every now and then.
Remembering a lesson learned from our previous bottle of Chardonnay, I decided to store it outside on the balcony until Xavier got home from the studio. This way, it would be cool, but not too cold.
When Xavier got home, I showed him the bottle and without missing a beat he said, “Do we have to share it with someone else?”
He’s funny like that.
Menage A Trois Gold is not a wine for the weak of heart or the repressed in spirit.
Time to pull up the big girl pants.
I liked it but Xavier really liked it.
He is not usually the one repeatedly interrupting the conversation to say, “This is really good!” But we couldn’t hardly talk about anything else with his constant commentary.
As we finished the last drops in the bottle I heard him say, “Can I get a god DAMN?!?!”
Later, as we were taking our little dog on the final poo-run of the night, I asked him to describe how he thought it tasted.
“Tastes like liquid sex,” he said, “My tongue feels like it needs a cigarette.”
What more is there to say?