“But how do you know,” I ask, “have you met many angels?”
“Does an angel send you selfies?”
He still says it’s not an angel.
I have to say that there is absolutely nothing about this wine from Cupcake Vineyards that resembles angel food cake.
Not even a little bit.
I would also like to point out that the wine is called Angel Food and not Angel Food Cake. Ergo, you will not see me getting all butt hurt because it doesn’t taste like cake.
You know, just sayin’.
To the contrary, the first sips taste very strongly of granny smith apple. If the label read “Apple Wine”, I wouldn’t have even questioned it.
One of these days I’ll learn to open the wine prior to when I want to drink it.
The reason I say that is because after half an hour or so, somewhere in the 2nd glass, the flavor did mellow out considerably and the sweeter, softer qualities began to come through.
The label describes it as a “creamy mouthful”, which is an unfortunate choice of words, but I concur that after it’s been open for awhile, Angel Food, is indeed creamy and slightly sweet.
Xavier particularly likes white wines that have these types of qualities and when I asked him what he thought it tasted like he said, “It tastes like the past tense. We need to get another bottle.”
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 Goldis not a wine for the weak of heart or the repressed in spirit.
14.8% alcohol.
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.”
There is a McDonald’s in the same parking lot as my office. I am always starving when I leave work and have the same argument with myself over and over again. Playing like a broken record in the soundtrack of my own personal hell, the internal conflict goes something like this, “Let’s stop at McDonald’s. I know it’s overpriced and poisonous but can’t we do it just this once? Please…..”
Immediately countered by my condescending Jiminy Cricket, “So you want to be fat and sick? You’re trying to get diabetes? No, absolutely not, we have food at home. Besides, if you want to waste money on something unhealthy, spend it on wine.”
I’m not a slob after all, I have standards when it comes to choosing a poison.
Some of you may wonder why I couldn’t be kinder and gentler to myself and splurge on both?
Can’t a hardworking gal have a Royale With Cheese and tasty glass of Chardonnay?
No.
Mixing wine with McDonald’s is like dropping Mentos into a bottle of Diet Coke.
Xavier and I sat on the couch watching Wine For The Confused with John Cleese and sipping our ice cold glasses of Chardonnay.
It didn’t taste the way I expected. A little harsh, a little tart, a little not like the description on the product label.
Then John Cleese said that wine is often served too cold and I remembered the label on the Chardonnay from Linganore Winery. It read “serve at 55-60 degrees”.
Hmmm.
I decided to let my glass sit for awhile, you know, for science.
As it turns out, Chardonnay is not Bud Light and ice cold is not it’s ideal state.
I wouldn’t have thought that it should make any difference but as the wine warmed an incredible transformation began to take place.
A wine that I initially didn’t care for suddenly became full of delicious flavor.
I’ve read the official tasting notes including the description of what this wine is supposed to taste like. Maybe some people can actually pick out all of those things, caramel and caterpillar legs, but for me the dominant flavors were apple, butter, and oak.
The apple was quite prominent and it reminded me of a fancy, wine-esque, apple cider that I tried recently when I attended a party at Blue Bee Cider in Richmond, VA. It is called Charred Ordinary, an obvious play on the word Chardonnay, and it was hands down the best apple cider I’ve ever had. Blue Bee makes a cider that almost tastes like Chardonnay and Cupcake Vineyards makes a Chardonnay that almost tastes like cider. I would love to do a side by side comparison some day.
My thoughts: I enjoyed the 2014 Chardonnay from Cupcake Vineyards, especially after allowing it to warm up a bit. For best results serve at just slightly cooler than room temperature. Additionally, during the 2nd glass watch the Top Gear episode featuring the Reliant Robin.
At 13.5% alcohol, everything is funnier is wine.
When customers think that the fax machine sends actual pieces of paper through the phone lines.
Sunday is indeed the Sabbath and a day for seeking refuge from the general public. During the winter months, Tarara Winery is the perfect gateway for disappearing into the world at large.
Located either on the set of The Walking Dead or on the way to grandmother’s house,
Tarara Winery is a sprawling estate nestled deep in the woods of Leesburg, VA. It’s got a bad case of the creepy trees, sparking a discussion in the car regarding the high probably of the woods being inhabited by witches. Xavier says no but I say he just can’t see them.
In the summer, this place would no doubt have the vibe of a lavish country club, complete with lots of high-roller wine-drinkers, but in the winter we felt compelled to ask the receptionist if they were open as it seemed like we were the only ones there.
In other words, it was perfect!
At the bar, we sampled six different wines. As usual, my imagination got the best of me and I insisted on trying the one called Magic Dragons from the Boneyard Collection. Unfortunately, I found the name preferable to the wine.
To be clear, I’m not saying the Magic Dragons was bad, it just wasn’t as good as the #SocialSecret White 2012. Now, that – my friends, was the bomb diggity ding dang. If you’re going to spend $30 on a bottle of white wine, get this one!
Fruity, but still smooth and definitely dry, this is a Chardonnay-esque white wine that I highly recommend drinking while sitting in a big chair by the fire because, at 12.5% alcohol, you won’t feel like getting up anytime soon.
With regard to socializing, the secret is, that after the first glass, your guests will feel like Alice In Wonderland. While they may hear voices, walk funny, and smile at imaginary cats, they will most certainly tell their friends that you have thrown the best.party.ever.
Who doesn’t want to throw the best party ever?
I wanted to talk about the #SocialSecret because I have already reviewed a red wine from Tarara in a previous post. That being said, it is absolutely worth mentioning that the Tranquility 2014 is outstanding and will probably make your clothes fall off. No joke, if there is a such a thing as a wine erection this wine would cause it and, at $45 a bottle, it is money well spent.
The Tranquility is very, very good.
Let’s walk around the grounds and sober up a bit before getting back in the car.
Shadow Lake. Tarara Winery.
I was looking for grape vines but found these fruit tree orchards instead.
The shot of the day is this abandoned house that we passed on the way back to civilization.
Abandoned house. Leesburg, VA. Photo by d.Nelle Vincent
I got snagged in a barbed wire fence to get the photo below. I have no idea what this structure used to be. Let’s call it Mystery Of The Day.
Abandoned building. Leesburg, VA. Photo by d.Nelle Vincent.
Trust The Devil You Know 