Picton Bay Sauvignon Blanc
Region: Marlborough, New Zealand
Retailer: Trader Joe’s
Well, I ended up turning on the AC and returning to my beloved Sauvignon Blancs.
On the one hand I’m like, “$24 IS GONNA LOOK SOOOOO SICK IN YOUR SAVINGS ACCOUNT”,
but on the other hand I’m like, “YOU CAN’T VERY WELL LET YOUR VERY FURRY ANIMALS FUCKING DIE OF HEAT EXHAUSTION NOW CAN YOU”.
Marlborough Sauv Blancs are all the rage these days. I feel like everyone is talking about them, or I have just met a lot of Aussies over the past couple years. Who knows. Either way, I knew I had to start getting into Marlborough SBs because uh, SAUVIGNON BLANC YA’ALL.
This isn’t my first Marlborough rodeo. And yes, they are very good. But this is definitely one of the better ones I’ve had, especially considering the price point.
I’ve been disappointed recently in California SBs, which makes it kind of hilarious that this bottle of Picton Bay from across the globe reminds me so much of California. It’s all sunshine and The Beach Boys. It’s just so fresh and fun, and a little sexy.
This wine tastes like San Clemente, 2006. I’m nineteen and my only friends are ten surfers. We worked retail by whenever, and hit the beach by whenever. We all basically lived on the floor at my best friend’s apartment down the street from Trestles. And that was it. Having enough money to buy booze and tacos and go to the beach. They’d surf, and I’d write HST inspired journal entries about my crushes on the sand. I wasn’t old enough to drink, but the old man who owned the liquor store across the street let me buy anyway because he knew I always slept on the couch.
When I had to move back home to Upland unexpectedly, one of my favorite memories, was that my surfer homies had the old man from the liquor store leave me the funniest voice mail about how everyone missed me. I was so miserable back home, and that really silly notion meant so much to me. I never wanted to let go of that time. Even when I was living it, I knew it that time was finite and I would miss it forever.
I wanted to always be sitting on the beach listening to The Beach Boys on my Sidekick 2 and drinking a 40 of Miller High Life with my whole life ahead of me.
This doesn’t taste like shitty beer and young unrequited love, but it does taste like lime and salt and hints of bell peppers and bougainvilleas clinging to the cliffs of Laguna Beach. It tastes like body surfing at Table Rock on the Fourth of July. It tastes like how your skin feels after being at the beach all day. It tastes like the best day of summer. It tastes like you have forever, and forever is all sunshine glistening on crashing waves, and endless possibilities.
I went into Trader Joe’s today feeling broke. And I have come out tonight feeling like a million bucks for my eight and some change (after tax).
Tasting Notes: Light ocean breeze bouquet. Seriously, my only thought really is, where are the seagulls tho? They should come stock. Anyway, medium bodied but dry with enough crisp for me to love it (cause if it wasn’t crisp, I wouldn’t be here). This is going to sound insane, but if I could lick the cliffs of Table Rock beach, one of my favorite places on Earth, I seriously think this wine is what they would taste like. Briney, clean, straight forward, memorable, delicious.
Ross Test: Not to quote Rihanna, but I mean, it’s totally, CAKE CAKE CAKE CAKE CAKE CAKE CAKE