If the stereotypical high school cheerleader were a wine, she would be Sauvignon Blanc. Peppy, cheery, and sharp on the palate, Sauvignon Blanc is the acerbic queen bee you always wish you had to hate. Of course, real cheerleaders aren't actually that cool anymore because girls play sports now, but in our minds, cheerleaders are stone cold hotties with great lotion. Sauvignon Blanc, which tends to have core notes of wet stone and pink grapefruit coupled with high acidity and little sweetness, is just that. And most importantly, it doesn't apologize for it.
Callaway 2011 Sauvignon Blanc is no exception. From nearby Temecula and available widely, this wine is everything a sexy little Sauvignon Blanc should be. Those core notes are there, plus some tropical fruit on the palate. I'll confess, because I aspire to be an unapologetic bitch, that I made a truly remarkable white wine spritzer with it that was way better than anything you drank last week, even if it sounds like something your grandmother would order. This wine kicked ass with pesto pasta dotted with anchovies (yeah, I like those too, what of it, 1990s pizza jokes?)
This is a wine to drink with your girls while watching "Clueless" or lounging by the pool. This is a wine to drink while practicing your Mavis Gary sneer. This is a wine that knows what it is and likes itself. Even if it thinks everyone else is kind of lame and isn't afraid to say so. And that makes it damn delicious. Because after all, isn't that refreshing?
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