to dry.

there i had you for a second, what the hell could she be talking about. So I sit outside in our unseasonably cold yet delicious August weather drinking Muscadet, cheap and delicious Muscadet. Aha fooled you I am sure you expected me to wax poetic about reds for this 70 degree weather but rather I am drinking a silly, delicious white. While I await my hair and it's finished state.

I spent most of the evening reading now defunct blogs that mostly related to the LIC that used to exist and it made me sad. When I opened Vine I was hoping beyond hope that there were a number of like minded people who wanted to buy inexpensive wine on a regular basis, to supplement their lives, from a place that cared about that very idea. Hell when I opened I wanted you all to drink Gruner Veltliner and now I only want you drinking Beaujolais. Lovely silky clove cigarette laden Morgon and old beefy Clos de Fers, or for that matter practically any gamay that we have in the store. Come on guys get with the Gamay it will change your drinking habits.

So anyway, here I am with a Muscadet and I love it; forceful acid followed by crazy thickness on the palate and a length that is almost unbelievable for a ten dollar bottle of wine. And so there that is what the owner of the store drinks on a random waiting for her hair to dry night.

Labels: french, whites