I drank this wine “sparingly” over two
days.

Day One…

After the septic system repairs were made
at a cost that didn’t make me vomit, I rolled
the chaise lounge THING out into the garden facing
south.

I collected the wine, ice bibs, glass, tennis balls
and settled into a late afternoon “unwind”.

No food. Just this wine and the Lab which did a good job of comforting
me.

I have no description of the wine.

If you made me guess, I would say Languedoc, not getting a clue from the
label. (Due to my cluelessness.)

I would NEVER guess the grapes.

This confirms my “taste preference” bias which
dictates that I explore this region whenever I get
the chance. As long as the reds are lighter in body.

Day Two…

More asparagus with chicken picatta.

I could have used a bit more of this wine today, but
it is Spring and I have lots of work to do.

Let’s make a note to look for this “pig” the next
time I’m shopping.

If I keep enjoying these rosés, I’m going to get
real picky about the reds.

On the other hand, I haven’t had a PN for a few days
and I’m having withdrawal symptoms.

(Daydreams of rainbows, excessive drooling, repetitive cooler
contents checking, etc.)