Posts tagged with accessible
… is just the kind of wine into whose welcoming alcoholic embrace you’d yearn to tumble after a day of bubblewrap and despair
… is one angel that takes a while to grow on you — metamorphosing from an empty disappointment to a rather pleasant gob filler
… goes straight down the Sauvignon Blanc line. Doesn’t veer off at idiosyncratic angles or bisect it haphazardly like a drunkard playing hopscotch. Oh no. It goes down that line.
… doesn’t have that too-big-for-its-clingy-dress quality that some New World Rieslings have, thank the risen Lord
… is a happy wine. And the perfect stimulus for a collaborative essay about contemporary art
… smells like Bulgarian woodsmoke in August; smells like respite from the guilt of being A Bit Shit With Bulgarian Orphans; smells like charmingly self-indulgent adolescent ennui
… is a welcome contrast to some Sauvignon Blancs, that are a bit like ketamine-laced teenagers, spoiling for whatever it is ketamine-laced teenagers spoil for
… is perfect for a reception or a party or a sly few mouthfuls before dinner with interesting company. Or even with boring company.
… is a breathtakingly, audaciously barefaced, joyously ebullient, in-your-face cliche of a sauvignon blanc
… will give you a subtly blossomed English caress — but perhaps leave you dreaming of ecstatic frenzy and phallic symbolism