An essential is all very well. But is it more than an essential? Is it, you may ask, the kind of wine to engender obsessive, bewildering, blind devotion bordering on cultism? Is it, you ask me, paraphrasing to ensure I understand your query, the kind of wine about which one might full-throatedly bellow a simplistic refrain based upon its name?
… is Pinot Grigio’s tearaway little cousin — who’s just come out of the sweet shop with a crafty grin on his face
Actually, enough of that shit. Here’s a wine review.
So — how do you feel about pear drops? C’mon. Don’t tell me you’re indifferent. That’d be like saying you’re indifferent to Bruce Forsyth. Or Al Qaeda.
Pear drops are just something you have an opinion on, right?
So. If you like pear drops, you’ll like this nifty, zippy young Picpoul de Pinet from Naked Wines. Because it’s stuffed with the things. Like the pockets of a light-fingered schoolboy in a blind old woman’s sweetshop.
Just as well I like pear drops, eh?
What else? It’s dry, pale and light of body. Kind of like me, really.
I reckon a lot of people would love this wine. It’s accessible, lithe, unusual enough to start a conversation (about pear drops, obviously) but not outlandish.
It’s not entirely dissimilar to Pinot Grigio; it has that same light clarity. Like Pinot Grigio’s tearaway little cousin, maybe.
Pinot Grigio’s tearaway little cousin who’s just come out of the sweet shop with a crafty grin on his face.
*** (3 stars)
£9.99 full price — £6.66 (el numero del diablo!) for members — from Naked Wines