Wait, is it September? Is summer already over? Is my life flashing before my eyes? The older I get, the quicker seasons go by. I feel like I’ll blink and there will be Christmas tinsel and trinkets everywhere. Life in your late-twenties folks, you’re acutely aware of how fast life moves. SIGH.
In my denial of summer ending, I decided to crack open a refreshing bottle of La Boutanche Sauvignon Blanc on the porch. Let’s talk about why this wine is sure to lift you out of your “end of summer blues.” Firstly, take a look. A little closer. Yes, you are correct. The label has a drawing of a fish seemingly dressed as some sort of Echo Park hipster pouring wine all over its head, because that’s how fish drink french wine, duh. Secondly, this La Boutanche is that perfect thirst quenching bottle of crisp and citrusy white wine to fight Los Angeles summer heat. I mean, we’re in a drought folks, let’s hold off on the water.
Imported by Selection Massale, La Boutanche hails from Loire Valley in France, which has to be one of my favorite regions for wine. Winemaker Frantz Saumon is responsible for this little gem, and has been making wine since the early 2000s, harvesting grapes from his own land in Montlouis. Super small production and carefully crafted wine for $15.
Enjoy folks, and cheers to the end of summer.
It’s Mother’s Day ya’ll.
One day in the year where you can try to appease the deeply ingrained guilt you feel over putting your lovely, patient mama through the hell and idiocy of your teenage years. Champagne, anyone?
As I was looking at my vivacious mother today with the smiley wrinkles around her eyes, I hoped to be as much of a beautiful soul as she is one day. I’m sure you feel the same about your mother, which is why we should all get along and drink some bubbly already.
A while back, I wrote about J. Lassalle champagne for New Year’s because I wanted to showcase a wine created by strong women. I think this wine is perfect for Mother’s Day as well. Jules Lassalle created the label in 1942, and when he passed away in 1982, he gave the reigns over to his wife Olga and his daughters.
I’m wishing strong mothers everywhere a very happy and hopefully bubbly day today. My sister and I decided to treat our special lady of the day to a mani pedi, while my dad got the flowers and card.
It’s the most wonderful time of the year…rosé season. As the clock ticks closer to summer, you find yourself putting down the red and picking up the pink. From pale to dark, minerally to fruity, Provence to California, there is a rose to tickle anyone’s fancy.
Rosé has gotten a bad rep in recent times, but I am here to stand behind it. You may have remembered our Madonna Inn White Zinfandel pairing a while back and let’s get some shit straight. Most rosé, is not that sweet and bright pink drink you think of.
When I first started working at a wine shop, it was right around the start of rosé season. I, like many others, didn’t know too much about it and didn’t “like” it because of its stigma. Grandmas, bad receptions, and hot pink, sickly sweet wine are a few thoughts that initially came to mind.
After trying our lineup of rosés (I know, the hardest job right?), I was able to experience it in its true delicate form. From then on, I was a believer.
As an ode to the glory that is rosé, we decided to “plant” our very own rosé garden over the weekend in Pasadena, just to show our readers how much we love this stuff. Plans for the week? I hope it involves some rose.