Guess What Is Coming Today?

A few months ago I posted about the untimely passing of iconic winemaker Didier Dagueneau, a crushing blow to the wine world but even more so to the many people, like myself that were touched by his immense spirit and gentle nature. I would not presume to call him a “friend” but the handful of times I met with him, ate with him and shared too many bottles of wine and Margaritas with him, to this day stand out as some of my favorites, and I consider myself lucky to have had even those few moments. His wines have for years been among my most beloved and I have had, with many friends some very profound wine geek sessions involving things like Pur Sang and Silex.



After recovering from the shot in the chest, ache in my gut and hours of tears upon hearing about his passing, I began to wonder what was going to happen with his wines, his estate and his legacy, I was devastated by the thought that not only might I never get to drink those wines again, but for the others that had yet to experience Sauvignon Blanc at its greatest, crushing. After recovering from his own devastation, (they were very close friends) importer, Michael Sullivan let us all know that Didier’s son Benjamin had been at Didier’s side for the past couple of years, and Didier had been in fact, training his son to someday take the helm….that day came sooner than anyone expected, or wanted but from all recent reports, (including a very detailed report with tasting notes from fellow blogger Peter Liem of Besotted Ramblings and Other Drivel. You can read about it here http://www.peterliem.com/2009_02_01_archive.html . and from Michael Sullivan himself) things are right on track and the wines are as brilliant as ever, very good news indeed.

I found out late last week that the 2007 vintage wines, (made by Didier and son Benjamin) are here and will be arriving this afternoon…hooray! The bad news, there is very little wine to have and in some cases, like with the Clos de Calvaire, (which is a 2006, Didier wanted to hold the wine back a year so it would be tasting its best upon release) we were only able to get 3 bottles…not cases, bottles. The other wines, like the Pur Sang and Buisson Renard, we only got 6 bottles, these wines tend to move quickly as it is, but with the passing of Didier I know they are going to move even faster, I even have a list of people waiting for a call when the wines arrive, so if you are looking to add a bottle or two of something to your collection or to just drink in the great man’s honor…you cannot wait, they will be gone….I assure you.
Prices are approximate as I have yet to receive the invoice (these are based on an email I was sent a month ago…so who knows)
2006 Dagueneau Clos De Calvaire $119.99
2007 Dagueneau Blanc Fume de Pouilly $64.99
2007 Dagueneau Buisson Renard $92.99
2007 Dagueneau Pur Sang $92.99
2007 Dagueneau Silex $112.99
2007 Dagueneau Sancerre Mont Damnes $114.99
Again prices are a guesstimate, so they may be higher or, (and I doubt this) lower but the supplies are sadly very limited.

An Unconventional But Delicious Easter Feast

So a few posts back I mentioned that I was going to drink the Chignard Fleurie Beaujolais for my Easter dinner, which at the time I assumed was going to be ham…that is what the Mother In Law always makes, it’s tradition and we’re not messing with it, the one thing I did not think about was the fact that the In Laws, they were going to be on a slow boat to China for the holiday. Well, a cruise in China anyway, so they were not going to be hosting Easter dinner this year, “not to worry” I thought, I know my way around a kitchen, I’ll make something. This too got me thinking….um, with the kid away at college and my baby sister married and going to her Mother In Laws for dinner….that was going to be a lot of ham for just the hubby and I, on top of all that, turned out I was scheduled to work Easter Sunday….grrrr

Being that the hubby and I are not the “church going” type we just decided to kind of blow off the “holiday” and just hope that our neighbors would plan an Easter egg hunt for our, “cutest thing ever” neighbor….they didn’t, or if they did it was while I was at work…where almost no one else was, man I gotta convince Randy to close a couple hours early on holidays! As he says, “There is always something to do around here” but it pretty much sucks sitting in an empty wine store, (which after like 3:00 it was) thinking about being home with the family or gathering with friends for a holiday meal…regardless of if it’s a religious one or not.

My sister was super sweet and brought the puppies by to surprise me, it did and she even dressed Gravy, (the French Bulldog) in bunny ears…”doh!” so cute, yes she hated her “hat” but it brought some much needed entertainment to my otherwise, boring day, so Gravy…she took one for the team, good puppy. Played with the puppies until closing, “ahem about 3 hours later than it should have been…ahem” and then headed home to the hubby that was in his, post watching the Masters coma.

“So, what you want for dinner?” he inquired not long after I walked in the door, guess the delivered, (because he was not moving away from the television) pizza was not sticking to his ribs. I thought a minute about trying to toss together a smaller traditional meal, but seeing as he was already hungry I doubted he would be down with waiting for like scalloped potatoes and junk. I sent my head spinning, trying to think of something “Easter-ish” that would not take too long and would not be too taxing for me…it had been a long week. “Let me think…Easter, ham, eggs, potatoes….how about breakfast sandwiches with a side of hash browns?” I asked, “Sounds fine to me” he answered, grabbed the keys and he headed for the store.


Now I had been thinking, thinly sliced ham, maybe some cheese and eggs, what I got was; bacon, sesame buns, sausage patties, cheddar cheese and eggs…guess they were out of those pre-shredded hash browns and I hate those frozen ones that you have to deep fry…oh, and I have yet to master making my own, I’m sure it is not too difficult, but mine turn pink and it pisses me off…so I don’t make them, so we would be potato-less, not a problem as there was more than enough food.

I turned the oven on to toast the buns and melt the cheese, then got working on the meats. Got the bacon frying and squashed the sausage patties into thinner disks, for quicker cooking and so they would fit on the bun better. “Um, those are kind of small, can you put two patties on each of my sandwiches?” the hubby asked…each of my sandwiches? He was starving…and I squished another couple patties while waiting for the bacon to crisp up. “Now what would make this porky, eggy sandwich even more over-the-top? I thought…”Extra slices of cheese and mayonnaise of course!” Yes….yes I did. I whipped up a batch of Sambal, (Thai chili paste with garlic) mayo and let that marinate, or meld together while I cooked the sausage and started frying the eggs.

The buns were crisped up so I removed the top bun to cool, you know so I could slather it with spicy mayo without the mayo getting all clear, (gack!) and placed two slices of cheese on each of the bottom buns and turned off the oven as to not overcook the buns, no one likes a too crunchy bun, not to mention too crispy might make it difficult for the gooey egg yolk to sink into the bread….I don’t know about you, but if my yolk is looking for a place to go, I want it on my bread not squirted onto the plate…oh, sure wiping is doable, but is doesn’t soak in quite enough for my liking.

So the assembly went something like this, bottom bun, with the melty cheese is placed on the plate, topped with a sausage patty for me, 2 for the hubby, fried egg placed atop the patty, a few bacon slices on top of the egg, a schmear of spicy mayo on the top bun and …..press.

Oh

My

God

One of the best “Easter” meals we have ever had….was it gluttonous? Why sure but it’s not like we had Easter candy or anything! Now the Chignard probably would have been spectacular with this sandwich but as I had not thought we were having an Easter meal….I didn’t buy one! Not to worry I had grabbed a couple of bottles of the 2008 L’Hortus Pic Saint Loup Rose, ($13.99) just to have on hand, and put my hands on it I did!

So far this is my favorite of the 2008 Roses that have hit our shores, extremely bright, bursting with tart red fruit with a bit of watermelon rind, the palate is plump and mouth filling but the sharp acidity and refreshing minerals keep it perfectly in balance. The wine was a perfect partner to the gooey egg and pork filled sandwich and a wine that I will have at least two bottles of at all times….well, for as long as it lasts!

Burgundy...It Does Not Suck

Friday evening, a night just like any other....who the hell am I kidding?! Friday night started with a 1982 Francois Jobard Meursault Pourzots, lovingly aged by our very own Bennett Traub, (New World wine buyer), popping a bottle of 1999 Guy de Chassey...you know, to settle my nerves, then found me slurping 2006 Domaine De Montille & Deux Montille, Pommard, Volnay, Rully, Meursault, you know...junk like that, and ended at Amy's house aka The Vortex with a bottle of Jose Dhondt Blanc de Blancs and a bottle of 2004 Chateau de Puligny-Montrachet Meursault 1er Cru Les Perrieres....rough night non?

I had been out way too late with my partners in crime, (hubby & Amy) the night before, truth be told Amy did not leave my house until damn near 11:00....am, argh. I was feeling beyond tired Friday afternoon, in no shape to lead a class, let alone one about Burgundy, lots to discuss in those. My one and only saving grace was that the "class" was set up more as a tasting, a tasting of wines from one family but two labels; Domaine de Montille and Deux Montille.

I have been lucky enough to meet both Alix and Etienne De Montille, the brother and sister team that make the wines, Alix, (sister) making the wines at Deux Montille and whites for Domaine De Montille and Etienne making the reds for Domaine de Montille and is also the winemaker at Chateau de Puligny-Montrachet. I met Alix four years ago when she was here promoting the Deux Montille wines, I fell instantly in love with her....she just seemed to vibrate with a, "I wanna have fun" attitude, she was spunky, sparkly and we ended up sneaking puffs of a cigarette on the patio of the restaurant we were drinking and eating too much in. Moreover, I think she is an amazing winemaker....her hand with Chardonnay is deft, the wines have power, bright fruit but have a shocking core of minerals and fierce acidity...love, love, love them!

I think I have met Etienne three times now, the first time being at the family Domaine in Burgundy where he made me feel like a princess all throughout the dinner they had prepared for us. The other times were both here while he was promoting his estate and those of Chateau de Puligny-Montrachet, one time was with Alix and the other was in the fall of last year. Etienne seems a touch more, restrained, still fun and very charming but everything, right down to the v-neck sweaters with a shirt and tie, just seems more "business". His wines seem a bit flashier than Alix's, just more ready right out of the box although I am confident that the wines have plenty of life in them. I adore his wines both for early drinking and for their purity of fruit and place and if pressed I might be willing to admit that the wines from Domaine de Montille are some of my favorites in all of Burgundy.


The point being that I could pretty much coast through the tasting, share my love for these people and their wines and not have to tax my remaining brain cells too much, a very good thing. Got to work and found that Bennett had been sweet enough to bring a bottle of older white Burgundy, the 1982 Jobard, for us to drink/taste together....sa-weet! We were first floored by the deep golden color of this 27 year old Chardonnay, almost looked like honey in the glass, the nose was rich, sappy and densely packed with roasted nuts citrus. Amy buried her nose in the glass and gasped, "Oh my God, this still has so much amazing fruit!" I waited to taste the wine before I gushed...the thing was sexy as hell, made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up and sent a naughty little shiver down my back..."Well, hello sexy one" I managed to coo in my most Mae West sounding growl. We played with the lovely little thing for a bit but thought it might be cool to share a little with some of the regular Burgundy buyers that were attending the class later....so, we moved on.

It has become a ritual of sorts for Amy and I to have a glass of Champagne before we do a class, it soothes the nerves, makes us happy...looser, and gives a something to look forward to because we finish the bottle while cleaning up and closing up the shop, Friday night it was the last bottle of 1999 Guy de Chassey Grand Cru Blanc de Blancs, ($79.99). I had been staring at that lone bottle for a couple weeks now, it was purring at me....I wanted it more than a fat kid wants cake, (wow...a 50 Cent quote...whoda thunk?) and after that saucy Meursault I needed something stunning.....found it! This is the most floral, herby Champagne I have ever had, I dig the hell out of this wine and while I know it may not sing for a lot of folks, it just does it for me....so different and expressive, the finish is way long and leaves my palate full of white flowers and herbs, a very nice change and I stood before the class, a tad ragged looking but with a very happy palate.

The stand out wines from the tasting, (although I truly thought everything was sound, pure and beautiful) were, from red to white, which is how we tasted them;

2006 Domaine de Montille Beaune 1er Cru Les Perrieres, ($63.99) Bright but delicate red fruit, rose petals and very gentle spice. This was the most forward, (red or white) of the night, just pretty as hell.

2006 Domaine de Montille Pommard 1er Cru Les Rugiens, ($119.99) Polar opposite of the Beaune Perrieres, brooding, dark fruit, earthy a touch meaty even, this wine made you work for the aromatics, there was more going on in the mouth but you had to really want it. Not a drink tonight wine for sure but man, with a few years in the cellar....damn.

2006 Deux Montille Rully, ($30.99) Citrus, limestone and acid all with a lovely full but restrained mouth feel. Very easy to drink and simple to love.

2006 Domaine de Montille Beaune 1er Cru Les Aigrots, ($65.99) I had prepared the class to take a second to appreciate the texture of this wine, "Notice how it seems to wrap itself around your tongue" I told them and did it ever! Doughy, rich, full of apple and pears with a splash of minerals and a long, tongue gripping finish, we even had people come back the next day for more of this one....very serious white wine that out classes anything I have had from California....hell out classes much of Burgundy as well.


We ended the evening early....thankfully and decided to join our hubbies that were in the middle of a man date, they dined on big hunks of meat and did whatever it is boys do when their women are away, prolly made like fart sounds and stuff....ugh. We found out through text messages that they were at The Vortex, (Amy home) and we headed over....should have gone home. There in the living room were our "men" plus another friend, quite, um....liquored up, playing the newest version of Guitar Hero, (video game with fake guitars where you get to pretend to be a rock star) one of them even had a violent case of the hick-ups....Um, wonder why jackass?! Amy and I went from the beauty of Champagne and Burgundy to Bevis and Butthead....awesome.

To kill the pain in our asses Amy popped a bottle of Jose Dhondt Blanc de Blancs, ($64.99) yeasty, rich and bright it went down all too fast so she hit the cellar and graciously opened a bottle of Chateau de Puligny-Montrachet 2004 Meursault 1er Cru Les Perrieres....heady way to end the evening but that rich, round wine was just what we needed and rounded out what ended up being a pretty fantastic day of wine.

Ahhhh Burgundy, not only Burgundy but magnums of Domaine De Montille....gives me the tingles.

Yep, That's How We Roll

So things have been on the low key side for the past couple weeks, and aside from a dinner with the bosses, (Randy & Dale Kemner) and their friends where we ate TONS of Yakitori, and took down a couple of magnums of Sake, I have been very well behaved….biggest reason? Amy and her hubby were on vacation, so no partners in crime, sure Merritt is always down to play but she was spending time with her boyfriend and house sitting so she was on the, “being good” path as well. It was a nice little break but Saturday morning I felt it, there was a dark force pulling at me….turns out that force was Amy was going to be back in town by mid afternoon.



I went to her place that morning, left them some food so they wouldn’t have to rush out to the market or call something in, they were home and I wanted them to have something home cooked waiting for them. Got the call late afternoon, “Thank you so much, that was just what we needed” it was Amy, they were safely home, had a bite to eat and played with their beloved puppies, they were going to just relax and decompress from the flight…..an hour or so later I got another call, “So if I came by the store would you want to have a glass or two of Champagne with me?” Amy again and still very much in vacation mode. “You have to ask?” was my reply and we spent an hour after closing sitting around, listening to stories about their trip and sipping on Champagne, Pierre Peters Grand Cru Blanc de Blancs, a perfect wine to end a long week and kick off a few days off!



Two bottles down, hubbies and boyfriend waiting, Merritt, Amy & I agreed to meet at Tracy’s, (our favorite local bar/restaurant, great pub food, VERY stiff drinks and a warm, comfortable setting) for breakfast Sunday morning, “I’ll bring that bottle we got from my husband’s boss!” Amy yelled as she climbed into her car. I knew what wine she was referring to, not my favorite but something about drinking it Sunday morning in a sports bar seemed wickedly fitting.

The hubby and I were running a little late as I was trying to post about Chignard Beaujolais but Yahoo was acting sucky again, took like 9 times just to get on the blog….arrrggghhhh, so annoying! When we found our group at Tracy’s there it was, the bottle, snugly wrapped in a Rapid Ice chiller. We ordered cocktails to go with the hot wings and saved the bottle for our real breakfast; eggs and sausage for me, burgers and fries for Amy and her hubby, omelet for Merritt’s boyfriend and “The Mess” for Merritt and my hubby. Now The Mess is a despicable plate of food, it starts with a fluffy biscuit split in half, it is then topped with, scrambled eggs, grilled onions and bacon then the whole thing is covered in sausage gravy…it’s vile but the hubs loves him some The Mess…ewe.

Hot wings polished off, we placed our orders and asked for Champagne flutes. Amy pulled off the chiller and popped the cork and there we all were, in a sports bar eating junk food, (tasty junk food mind you) and drinking one of the world’s most recognizable symbols of status…..I have to admit, it felt kinda Rock Star.






So the wine, yeah….still not my favorite. It was fine, a little too young but fine, kind of tart and simple with a pretty little roasted flavor on the all too short finish. If the wine were around $40 I might be willing to give it more praise but we all surmised that it should cost about half of what it does. It was just a reminder to me that this is a brand, the wine is secondary, when someone gives you a bottle of Dom Perignon they are letting you know that they spent around $100, not so much that they sought out the best wine for the money. So I still feel very good that we decided to dump the brand a few years back, could it still sell, well sure but I cannot in good conscience tell anyone that it is worth the money….you know, other than letting someone know how much you spent, just not enough value in that for me.



We spent the next few hours bar hopping, details are on the fuzzy side, Gin & Tonics, sitting in a dark bar, being blinded by the sunlight emerging from said bars, Jamison shots….I woke up, in the car on our way to my in-laws for dinner, perfect. I walked in and with my head hung I said, “I’m pretty looped, been drinking since early this morning” they let out a chuckle and made me a Bloody Mary….awesome.


So a couple of weeks of good behavior, a bottle of Dom, and the question, “Is it worth the money?” were obliterated, along with a few brain cells on a warm Sunday afternoon….nice to be back in the swing of things!

Wee People.....Big Tasty Wine

As we bumped along in the minivan on our way out of Burgundy, and on to Beaujolais my buddy Mairin leaned in and said, “The owners of Chignard are…um, teensy”. In true moi form I scrunched up my face and said, “Are we talkin’ like dwarf tiny or just little?” Mairin sat there wiping the water she had spit all down the front of herself, (it was that or choke on it) still not quite used to my lack of tact, and replied, “Um, just little”. This was mid January of 2008 on the Kermit Lynch buying trip, we had only met 6 days before but for some reason we just clicked…but it would take a few more days before she lost the “Oh my God I can’t believe you just said/did that look” and embraced the “PC loses in the face of funny” attitude of mine.



Now before this day I had no love for Beaujolais, more than that really, I kind of hated it. Village, Nouveau or Cru, none of it made sense to my palate and I had no place for it on my table, a fact that drove my boss Randy absolutely nuts! It took 4 days in Burgundy, tasting nothing but young wines….hundreds of them, shrill, harsh and full of fierce acidity, before Beaujolais and its soothing gentle fruit would make sense to me, and much like my friend Mairin learned…. I just had to love them for what they are.




We were scooted into a fairly large tasting area at the Chignard estate, the room was large but the furniture…was not. I looked around at the teeny, low chairs and tables that looked like they belonged in a 3rd grade class room and thought, “What the hell? Who can fit on those?” enter Michel Chignard and son Cedric. “Holy crap” I blurted, “I feel like I am in The Lord of the Rings. It’s Billbo and Frodo Baggins!”





Our Hobbit-ish friends began pouring us wine and I stood there, (yeah, stood…so not going to be the big American chick that smashes the tiny furnishings) mesmerized, at first by Frodo & Billbo and their tiny-I-want-to-pick-you-up-ness but it was the wine that ended up stealing my attention, still Burgundian in style but oh so much more willing to give up some fruit…kind of like the slightly less good looking sister, if you know what I mean.


I was reminded of this whole scene when I popped a bottle of 2006 Domaine Chignard Fleurie Les Moriers Beaujolais, ($26.99) last week, not only was I transported back to the shire but more importantly, I was reminded how delicious this wine is! Saturated with exuberant red cherry, cranberry and tons of cracked pepper. So friendly and dripping with approachable fruit but with lovely texture and a fairly grippy finish that you don’t expect from, quote unquote simple wines. I had the wine with a plate of spicy salami and strong cheese and I don’t think there could have been a more harmonious pairing for that food…well, except for maybe ham, which is why this is going to be the wine at my Easter dinner table. A big, fruit blasted wine, (without that clunky sappiness or clumsy oak) plump and round but infinitely drinkable…..a big friendly wine made by teensy little people!

And This Is Why I Don't Do Private Tastings (4/1/09)

So as mentioned a few times here, I am terribly shy and seriously freak out when asked/forced to stand in front of even the smallest group of people, I even get twisted up when playing board games with friends that may require, standing up and drawing a picture or God forbid, acting something out….it is a serious fear of mine so I rarely do it. I have to do classes for The Wine Country but I always have someone with me that is able to lead, make the class flow, so I can just chime in from time to time with little bits of information, still wigs me out but with someone to lean on, it is at least manageable, and keeps this wine specialist from like barfing and junk.

I am often asked to do private tastings, you know, go into people’s homes and lead a tasting for a group of friends that want to learn more about French wine or Champagne, well you can only imagine how quickly this request is met with a, “Oh I’m sorry I can’t”. Most of the time I will site a conflict of scheduling but when pressed I have to give up the fact that I am a bit paralyzed by this fear of public speaking. Most people are surprised but understanding and just let it go…some are not.



So a customer I had seen a couple times, helped her with pairings, (that turned out to be pretty successful) assisted her in picking out gifts and with whom I had a pretty chill rapport, asked if I would be willing to lead a blind tasting in her home. I of course declined, saying that I was busy the weekend she wanted to do it, she said, “Oh, okay no problem” and that was it….until a phone call two weeks later. “We would still really like to have you over for a tasting” the voice on the other end cheerfully said, “we are more than willing to work with your schedule and we will of course pay you for your time” well, the jig was up so I had to tell her about my, “issue”. She asked that I think about it, explained that it would only be 3 couples and that everyone was very cool, not stuffy and they thought I would be perfect to lead an event for them, I listened but was pretty firm in my “No” stance, until…..

The emails started, sigh. I began getting an email every week requesting that I come for a tasting, it was at first annoying as I felt she was pushing me to do something I had told her is pretty debilitating for me but I also had to admire her persistence. Once she started throwing out what was in my opinion, an insane dollar amount, well, I had to at least think about it. I mean, if I had a bit of bubbly in my belly maybe I could pull it off….or at the very least hold off on the ol’ barfing until after the event.



I finally agreed, we picked a date and I chose the wines, went with and Old World and New World blind, (she asked specifically for a blind tasting) tasting, got the directions and headed out with a knot the size of a grapefruit in the pit of my stomach. Kept telling myself, “I’m sure they are really cool and it is only eight wines, how hard could this be. Buck up Sam, get through this” I was going all drill sergeant on myself, it appeared to be working until….shit, gated community.

I hate those! So closed off and exclusionary, they kind of skeeve me out, security buildings I understand, but communities, gated off from the rest of the houses around them? Shudder. I called the cell number I was given and as the big gate slid open in front of me, the grapefruit turned into a basketball and I felt like one of those people in a horror film, driving up some winding road, in the dark….I craned my neck looking out my car window, “If I see any freaking crows I am so outta here!”.



I pulled into the driveway of a pretty non descript dual level home, it was beige I think…as was every other house on the “block”, “well if I have to run for my life I’m sure as shit gonna get lost in this pale, all the same color place” I grumbled as I pulled the wines from my trunk. Grabbed the file that held the tasting sheets, rested it atop the box and made my way to the front door, before I could ring the bell the door opened and there was my persistent little “friend” wearing a big warm smile and yelling for her husband to come and “help her with this heavy box”.

I walked through the doorway now relieved of my heavy load and scanned the room, very clean, a mix of modern stainless fixtures and wild, brightly colored artwork. The crowd, (3 couples) were in their late forties to early fifties, nicely dressed with that, “I kind of still want to be a hippie” feel to them. I was greeted, welcomed and listened to their chatter as I set up for the tasting in a softly lit den area. I could tell these people were close friends, just the way they spoke to one another, the way they laughed was warm and there was just a “we really dig each other” vibe to the whole room.



I was feeling a bit less tense when we were ready to begin, the woman told me that they were going to do a throw down of sorts, “Girls against Boys” she cooed, “okay cool” I replied, handed everyone the sheet with the wines listed but not in order. I could feel the fierce competition bubbling in the room, there was just this energy that is difficult to describe. It took about 30 minutes to go through the wines, then came the “fun” part…the reveal.

So when I asked, “The first wine, is it the New World or Old World Chardonnay?” the room was split, the “girls” said New World, the “boys” guessed Old, the gentlemen were correct and you know, I didn’t even really notice that the girls had all slipped off their shoes…..”Wine number two, Old World or New World Pinot Noir” I asked from my oblivious bubble, again the room was split, this time the ladies were correct and this time I did notice that the gents slipped off their shoes, “weird” I thought but pressed on.



“So where are we on wine number three?” I lead, the ladies were wrong once again and as I pulled the wines from their paper sacks I look out into the crowd to see the ladies pulling their shirts above their heads….”What the hell?!” I blurted, less shy than I have ever been before. “C’mon Samantha, we thought you were cool” the event planner giggled. I stood there feeling the basketball climbing my esophagus, my brow so furrowed that I am sure that deep crease will be there forever, a permanent reminder of a night I’m not too likely to forget. My jaw wide open, eyes crunched into tiny slits as my eyebrows seemed to trying to burrow into my scull, I managed to utter, (in my most astonished voice at a level louder than the norm) “I am cool, do whatever the hell you want, but let someone in on” and before I could finish my sentence, (which was going to be “in on what you were planning. Give the option on if they are cool with this!”) one of the guys said, “Hey, you are more than welcome to….” My head snapped around so fast I felt like Linda Blair, “Hey Professor Pervis, shut up!” I snapped, grabbed my bag and stormed to my car….”They thought I would be perfect for this?” great….



As I made my way out of “light Brown Town” I mumbled, “And this is why I don’t do private tastings”


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http://wine-by-benito.blogspot.com/

http://www.dregsreport.com/




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