And by the time my very hilarious and fashionable friend Kelly Oxford popped by in a perfect turbany headband, I had consumed the most Gia wine anyone has ever consumed in three hours. Bless her and her guest, amazing interior decorator Orlando Soria, who unfortunately had never met me before I turned into a drunk girl from the valley.
I proceeded to spend the next three hours wine tasting— complete with Ross Tests— with models, country singers, dudes with apps (like Saucey), writer pal Erin Mallory Long, actresses, sound dudes, and a lot of other typical LA party-going total strangers.
(I left out a lot of quotation marks in the above paragraph, btw.)
I recently had the pleasure of attending the LA launch for Gia Coppola’s new wines at the glamorous Sunset Tower hotel. I got to sit down with the 100% lovely wine/filmmaker herself about wine, trilling, Blood Orange, the inspiration behind her gorgeous bottles and her dope-ass skirt.
Chateau de Campuget Rosé
Region: Rhône, France
LOL, remember a couple weeks ago when it was “SOOOO HOT” and I had to hang out in my bra? And then, it got so hot I had to put my AC on and wear a light cotton dress? LOL! MAN, THOSE WERE THE DAYS!
NOW THAT IT IS A LEGIT BAJILLION OUTSIDE AND I’M DYING.
Now, anyone who knows me would be like, “C’mon, Marissa. We know about how you were basically raised on the weekends in Palm Springs, you’re totally down with 110 degree weather.”
This is true.
WHEN I’M NEXT TO A POOL AND A FULL BAR.
NOT WHEN I’M STUCK INSIDE MY BLACK LEATHER CAR/COFFIN ALL DAY.
I am just hanging out in my bathroom in my underwear drinking rosé because I legitimately feel like this is my best/most “chill” option.
let’s be honest,
I DO LEGITIMATELY need to shower.
But cannot bring myself to it because
blow drying my hair sounds like death.
So yeah, I’m drinking this entire bottle of rosé I only kinda like while avoiding the inevitable/enjoying semi-cool floor tiles because I am very, very elegant. Not sure if you realized how elegant I was in the past, but maybe my awesome Zack Morris bangs will give you a fucking clue.
This rosé is a salty, bitter little bitch. You know how they talk about body-mind connection? I mean, they do at my exercise place so I imagine they talk about it at all workout places but ANYWAY. THE POINT IS even though it isn’t my favorite tasting rosé, I’m having a real body-mind connection with it right now.
Because my body is so salty,
and my mind is so bitter.
I picked it up on a quick grab at my local market on Saturday and today was super thankful I didn’t drink it all weekend. Like they say, misery loves company.
Or, winos love wine.
Ugh, I’m just going to listen to the end credits of Bojack Horseman for the next hour and kill myself.
But definitely listening to Bojack Horseman end credits for the last eight minutes.
Tasting Notes: Very aromatic bouquet, boasting big raspberries/jumbo shrimp (lol, jk, obvi). On the palate, it’s pink salt water taffy. Honestly, I don’t know when I’ve ever said this about a rosé but this one tastes better a little more room temperature than super cold, which does NOTHING FOR ME ON THIS SUPER HOT DAY.
Ross Test: OCEAN WATER BUT MORE DELICIOUS
Damilano Barbera d’asti
Region: Piedmont, Italy
This wine tastes like a balmy night in Rome, arm in arm with my love, warm and fuzzy all inside from way too much pasta and even more red wine, singing poor renditions of Dean Martin.
Just that really fun kind of wine drunk, where everything is beautiful and hilarious. There isn’t a filter that could come close to capturing how warm and fuzzy those moments are. Where there are confetti poppers of joy going off in your chest and your stomach hurts from laughing so hard and everything around you looks like a cobblestone dreamscape from a Terry Gilliam movie.
It is an emotionally rough week, and although I do not encourage anyone to avoid reality with substances, it is nice to be able to open a bottle of wine and temporarily escape to a happy memory. Especially as one as happy as An Evening In Roma.
Rome is my favorite city in the world.
I’d move there tomorrow if I could.
WAIT SIDE NOTE, FORGET ABOUT ME WAXING POETIC!
I just went to the bathroom and my teeth are SOOOO not white! Which is crazy! My teeth are totally impervious to red wines. They never stain. But this one stained my teeth pretty damn good. Which means, you are fucked!
Totally worth it though!
Plus, uh, Wine Wipes, duh.
Tasting Notes: The bouquet reminds me of my great-grandfather’s farm in the late summer, where I’d pick blackberries that were so ripe they were bursting off the vine. It’s very bright and light for a red, and really lovely to drink. Low tannins and light bodied. This would be an ideal table red to have around for casual conversations or light appetizers.
Ross Test: Too spicy, not a fan.
Berlucchi Francicorta ‘61 Brut
I was recently gifted this wine and was told it went well with oysters, so I went and bought oysters and then found out you needed a schucking knife and then I tried to DIY them open and seriously almost ripped open my hand.
So today I went to McCall’s and made them schuck some for me.
I only got four cause they’re fucking expensive for small piles of goo.
So, before my review of the wine, I give you
AND ONE OYSTER
(cause I ate the other three before filming cause I thought I was just going to do a photo essay but then I was like, “Dude, no one cares that you look like you just came from the gym because you basically did so whatever.”)
What I didn’t say here because I was not totally on top of my game because I was freaking out about eating the oysters before they went bad or something, is that the acidity of the Berlucchi really cuts through the brininess of the oysters.
I hate too much brine. I like A LITTLE brine cause duh that’s oysters’ thing, but generally I put lemon and Tabasco on mine and slurp it down. I don’t like it tasting like a gooey mouthful of sea jizz. I didn’t use Tabasco, but the Berlucchi did the trick. The effervescence shaved down the creaminess of the oysters as well.
So, basically, if you don’t have Tabasco,
you can get a similar effect with this.
Minus the delicious spice.
But plus WIIIIINNNEEEEE.
The wine itself, on its own, as I enjoy it on my couch still in my gym clothes listening to Avey Tare’s Slasher Flicks, is fantastic. It’s still ninety degrees here, so a nice cold bubbly bottle is 100% welcomed in this house.
It reminds me of cold almonds and pears. Like if I had had them out for an appetizer for friends and put them in the fridge before dinner and then when I was stoned six hours later, I ate said almonds and pears out of the fridge. Totally delicious and weirdly refreshing while still having a bit of body.
Tasting Notes: Cold Cinnamon & Apples Quaker Instant Oatmeal on the nose. The palate is nutty and citrusy, while maintaining a touch of that spice from the nose. Medium-light body. Incredibly easy to drink. Probably too easy, and too fun. God, I love effervescence. It’s just so vivacious, I want to spend the rest of my night drowning in its charms.
Ross Test: A bit too big out of the bottle. Still totally doable, but not as enjoyable.
Related: Berlucchi Cuvee ‘61 Rose
Lindemans Raspberry Framboise Lambic
Retailer: Trader Joe’s
Many people went back to school today.
And I am not one of those people.
But I did get back to working on pilots.
Much like starting a new school year, starting a new pilot is one of my most favorite, and also least favorite, times of the year. This is when I hole myself up for seven months and agonize over filling up this fresh corkboard full of notecards describing great storylines and hiiiiillllaaaarious jokes and put them together in a generally entertaining fashion via Final Draft and then run it past my agents and have them rip it apart and then go back and fill the board back up with new notecards and rewrite a bunch of shit and rewrite a bunch of shit and rewrite a bunch of shit until it’s pilot season and then we’re all like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.
Lindemans Raspberry Framboise Lambic is a great thing for me to drink during this time of the year for the following reasons:
1. It is delicious.
2. It is 2.5% alcohol so I can’t really get drunk on it while working.
3. It is a beer so it fills me up and stops me from stress eating everything in the house while I pace around trying to make some obscure joke about The Klopeks work.
4. It is delicious.
Alright. Time to write the next great workplace comedy since my irreverent twenty-something comedy was too “referencey” and my anti-hero mortgage broker comedy “read more like a play”. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Tasting Notes: Like Sweet Tarts. That’s it. It’s a bottle of Sweet Tarts.
Ross Test: Let’s just say I’ve Ross Tested basically the whole bottle and it’s not even just because I’m a monster, it is also because it is very easy to do.
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
• 3/4s Pinot Grigio
• 1/4 Sparkling Water
• Muddled berries
Occasionally you find yourself with some spare berries and way too much Pinot Grigio. I know, I know. Sounds like one of them good problems. WELL IT IS. I’M VERY PLEASED TO HAVE THIS PROBLEM.
Anyway, hypothetically, you have berries and Pinot Grigio but you’re like, “Meh, don’t really feel like Pinot Grigio cause it’s a little early in the day for me to start scarfing carafes.”
So, you take those berries and muddle them in your choice of glass (or, if you’re a disgusting monster who can’t find her muddler because you moved and that’s what happens, you can just chew them up and spit them in YOUR glass [or perhaps your romantic partner’s if they are chill with you being a disgusting monster without a muddler] not saying this is the preferred method, I’m just saying this is also works/I’m disgusting).
You then fill the glass three-fourths of the way up with the Pinot Grigio. You then top it off with some sparkling water and some ice.
YOU’RE SPRITZIN’ WITH THE BEST OF ‘EM.
Bueyes Malbec 2011
Price: ~ $20
Region: Mendoza, Argentina
Retailer: Silverlake Wine
I haven’t really had much time to talk about it with all the traveling and wine drinking and dream living I’ve been up to lately, but I recently moved. I’d lived in the same Echo Park bungalow for six years, and after a long eight months of looking, my boyfriend and I finally found our perfect pad in Silverlake. It’s seriously everything I ever wanted in a new place, and I am definitely paying for it. Like, I’m broke. Like, not my normal “Oh man, I’m broke, I can only buy eight bottles of wine this week and still be fine for bills and life” adult broke, I’m talking like twenty-two just moved to LA with $35 “CHARLES SHAW IS DELICIOUS!” broke.
I’m okay with that though. I’ve been here before; doubling down and throwing everything on black and pulling the trigger praying for an empty chamber. And look at me now! I’m topless in a beautiful/hot as hell house because I refuse to turn on the AC because my bank account reads like a fourth grader’s math equation, blasting Eartha Kitt, middle fingers up, being like “HEY NEIGHBORS WHO AREN’T REALLY MY NEIGHBORS CAUSE THAT’S A VACATION RENTAL, YOU SHOULD TELL THE OWNERS TO ADD A LITTLE ADVISORY ABOUT THE NEW ASSHOLE NEXT DOOR WHO LISTENS TO JAZZ REALLY LOUD WHILE MOSTLY NAKED CHUGGING WINE OUT OF BOTTLES IF EVERY WEEK IS GOING TO BE A FUCKING KID FEST OVER THERE. I CAN’T AFFORD CURTAINS AND I DON’T CARE ABOUT YOUR FRENCH SPEAKING CHILDREN. SERIOUSLY. I DON’T. I’M NOT PUTTING ON A SHIRT.”
It’s really too hot to be drinking red, but I’m tired of drinking whites. I love and miss my reds. Not only that, my supply is for real dwindling. To keep this blog alive while I undergo financial restoration, I will have to pull from my personal entertaining collection, most of which, are delicious reds.
And so here we are, drinking the Bueyes 2011 Malbec. I bought this bottle [flips through journal] on July 7th after having it at a tasting at Silverlake Wine. I bought it because uh, well, I tasted it and it was delicious. I fucking love Malbecs. Ugh. They give me everything Cabernets do but without so much attitude. Sometimes I don’t need the attitude, man! Sometimes I just want a fun, spicy yet friendly red. Not even sometimes. A lot of the times.
Ah, a nice breeze whips through my parched…
aaaaaand it’s gone.
I can’t say the red wine is helping with how hot it is, but I can’t really say it’s hurting either. In fact, it’s still pretty much helping because it’s so good. It’s so smooth and easy and lovely and my true friend as I lay on this woven Crate & Barrel rug I roped my dude into buying. I love it so much. The wine, and the rug. I LOVE IT ALL.
LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL! I’M SO HAPPY I SPENT $20 ON THIS WINE THAT ONE TIME WHEN I COULD SPEND LOTS OF $20s ON WINE! IT HAS FIG NOTES! WHO DOESN’T LOVE A GOOD FUCKING NOTE OF FIG?!
Maybe it’s all this delicious Malbec, but I never used to think nude colored bras were cool. Now, I think I’m into them. Like on a public level, not like in the “Heyyyy these are necessary” level that we’ve all dealt with nude colored bras on.
Also, please don’t be fooled, I’m still a 31.5A. I know this Victoria’s Secret bra I spent too much money on back when I was cash comfortable makes me look like Sofia Vergara, but that is not true. Still very flat chested. Still nothing to motorboat or do anything fun with so don’t get any ideas that my boyfriend would be mad about. I’m just a poor, sweaty girl trying to chug a hot, medium-bodied Argentinean, okay?
Tasting Notes: Such a sleeper hit. Slow and smooth, versatile and understated without compromising flavor or body. That lovely fig I mentioned plus raspberry, and just enough tobacco that is like the yummy, enticing, cool-girl-smoking-in-the-bathroom-on-a-teen-sitcom tobacco notes, and not the “Oh, wow you smoked half of your friend’s pack of yellow American Spirits and it’s all over your hands for the next four days” tobacco notes. Definitely a new favorite in my collection. Will replenish as soon as I am not the poorest person I know.
Ross Test: If you love dark chocolate, this chug could be your jam. I’m not a huge dark chocolate fan, and you get a mouth full of it right here. For me, I’ll be keeping it in the glass.
Notorious Pink Grenache Rosé
Region: Domaine la Colombette, France
Retailer: A few places
It’s interesting that I should be reviewing a bottle of wine this weekend called Notorious Pink because anyone who follows me on Twitter knows I kinda had a meltdown on Friday about feeling like I needed to buy Notorious BIG’s “Ready To Die” on vinyl at Whole Foods because I had never seen it on vinyl before, but then couldn’t because I was at fucking Whole Foods.
Longest, but possibly most important sentence, ever.
For the record (bah-dum-chhhh), I did not purchase the album. I couldn’t, it was like, the least local thing ever to buy vinyl from Whole Foods. Oh, the irony. Soak it in my friends. So rich.
Anyway, I came at this bottle thinking, “Man, this wine has a lot of fucking nerve calling itself Notorious.” I really wanted to hate it, with its exceptional bottle of tall smoked glass and no, not a cork, but a glass stopper. I’m like, “Maaan, SOME NERVE OF THIS WINE. COMING AT ME WITH A GLASS STOPPER. PFFFFFFTT.” I was waiting to kick in the door wavin’ the four-four.
But alas, I could not hate.
I don’t know if I would go as far as to call it “notorious”, but it is damn good. Especially for weekend drinking romping around in ninety degree backyards while listening to “50 Guitars Visit Hawaii: The 50 Guitars of Tommy Garrett”.
Most French Rosés are quite dry, but the Pink is thirst-quenchingly juicy without being that sweet. It’s a great warm weather wine, but there’s something about it that’s is very year round. A nice medium body with a great mineral and acidic balance that I can see myself enjoying even when it gets a little colder outside. Probably with some of that organic chicken I bought at Whole Foods instead of buying classic hip hop albums.
I just had to put a cube in it cause I realized I took three days off drinking wine all day and now drinking a lot is making me kind of drunk, and I have people coming over, and it is still really good with a cube. IMPORTANT INFORMATION HERE, PEOPLE! YOU CAN PULL GRANDMA MOVES ON THIS WINE AND IT’S STILL LOVELY TO DRINK!
Tasting Notes: Super light bouquet , very refreshing. Tastes like you took a full, beautiful, blossoming lime tree and muddled it in a wine barrel with some red berries and a flat Pamplemoose La Croix.
Ross Test: Definitely a warm weather chug. It’s easy-going but a bit more acidic, perfect for cutting through tanning oil and laziness brought on by long hours in the sun.
It took ten freaking days to get my internet switched to my new house BUT THAT DAY HAS FINALLY COME. I FINALLY HAVE INTERNET AGAIN.
This weekend I’ll be drinking in Geyserville and then next week I’ll be drinking in New York, so things are wild. I will do my best to update you on my wine intake, but remember you can always be drinking with me on Instagram @MarissaARoss.
We will be returning to our regularly scheduled drinking ASAP.
Gia by Gia Coppola Pinot Grigio
Price: ~ $10.00
Retailer: GiaWine.com or, if you’re in the LA area, House of Ambrose off Barham just north of the 101
I’ve been looking to move since November. Two and a half weeks ago, my boyfriend Ben and I decided maybe it was time to give up. I mean, anyone moving in Los Angeles knows that it takes forever, but this was getting ridiculous. Our place wasn’t terrible. Sure, it wasn’t great for Instagrams because the interior looked like a steakhouse after 5pm, but it was still a pretty good place. Maybe we just weren’t meant to move yet.
That very same day two and a half weeks ago, we found the most perfect dream place. We saw it that afternoon, turned in our applications the next morning, and that Saturday signed the papers. Which meant, I now needed to fucking move.
Anyone who has ever moved knows that moving is the worst. But time has a way of making you forget things, and considering I hadn’t moved in six years, I kind of forgot it was the worst. I mean, I knew it was the worst, but I forgot it was THE WORST.
Long story long story, I’m coming to you live (okay, not live because apparently it takes two weeks to move your internet which is the most bogus shit I’ve ever heard) from a very hot house (because I am now broke from the dreaded first, last, security deposit and don’t want to use the AC) in which all my shit is in suitcases and I’m literally a hot mess, a term I do not enjoy using but there is no other way to explain my condition.
Have you heard that wintery, Christmasy song that Dean Martin and a million other people sing about having their love to keep them warm? So aptly named, “I’ve Got My Love To Keep Me Warm”?
Yeah think of that tune,
but instead be like,
“I’ve got my Gia to keep me cool”.
That is how I’m currently feeling. I’m feeling like I need to take that tune and write my own rendition, about how you can stay cool with Gia by Gia Coppola Pinot Grigio and by opening every window in your house. That way you get a cool breeze flowing not only through your abode, but also in your body and soul.
And that’s what the Gia Pinot Grigio is to me, a cool breeze. A cool breeze welcomed as I take in the heat.
I’m sitting here, starting to come down from sweltering, staring at a newly framed Slim Aarons print against my walls. I can almost feel myself there.
he cool breeze gently lifting at my 70’s lace crop top next to the pool at a party in Palm Springs. I probably shouldn’t be in these matching lace bellbottoms (re: heat), but who cares! Coordinates are in! Plus I have this super chilled Gia Pinot Grigio! I’m killing it!
This guy in the peach beach cowboy getup is like, “What is this wine you poured me?” And I’m all flirtatiously like, “Well, let me tell you. It’s from up north Californ-y way, and oh boy, it is fermented in STAINLESS STEEL, can you believe it?” and he’s like “NO WAY!” and I’m like “WAY! THAT IS HOW THEY KEEP THAT SHIT FRUIT FORWARD, B!”
He thinks I’m very smart with great taste, so yeah, things are going great. Probs gonna get laid, then who knows, probs married cause I mean, we already established my great taste in wine and matching coordinates.
I’ve gone from “Holy shit, I’m going to die” to “HEY THIS IS A GREAT PARTY!” in the flick of a wrist.
Have I mentioned that Gia is a screw off?
Gia herself is the least screw off ever. If anything, she is too on point. I was near her recently when I felt very together and cool for five minutes before seeing her, and immediately never felt like more of a mess (except for maybe today because, I’m very hot). She is so calm and collected and fashionable and lovely. It’s intimidating because I am the least graceful human on the planet, and as we all know you either have grace or you don’t.
But the wine is a screw off. Which is great. I love wine that is not only easy to drink, but EASY TO DRINK. Coppola could not make this any more effortless. Screw off. About ten bucks. Great palate. What is not to love? The only thing that the Gia Pinot Grigio is missing is a beach bag that can somehow seamlessly keep it chilled without having to drag an actual cooler through the sand.
Eh, fuck the sand.
Garden, Party of Two.
Tasting Notes: It tastes almost exactly how it smells, like a big bunch of peach blossoms. Fruit forward and floral (as we now know is the Gia way), it is slightly effervescent upon first pour. Best super cold, which makes me want to make Gia Pinot Grigio ice cubes. I also want to pair it with a spinach and strawberry summer salad like, RIGHT NOW.
Ross Test: Pretty good! I like it because the slight effervescence you lose in the glass comes back. Goes back really easy. Definitely taking this to the bachelorette party I’m going to this weekend.
Gia by Gia Coppola Pinot Noir
Price: ~ $10.00
Retailer: GiaWine.com or, if you’re in the LA area, House of Ambrose off Barham just north of the 101
I met the Gia Pinot Noir a couple months ago while I was kickin’ it with my girl, Steak. The Gia Pinot Noir seemed really chill. She wasn’t trying too hard, which I always dig when I’m meeting potential homies. She was friendly, but not too sweet or eager. She had “a thing” going for her, but it wasn’t contrived. She was just, her. She was cool, and had great style. And I liked her. I thought we’d for sure hang out again, but I didn’t really think she’d become like MY GIRL, ya know?
But she’s totally my girl. I could hang out with her every day. She’s so easy-going! I love that! I mean, sure, If we want to talk about NPR, yes, we can talk about NPR. But she isn’t too concerned with being super complex and eccentric, which I appreciate. I don’t need to dive into Malaysian flight conspiracy theories every time I have a conversation. Sometimes I just want to sit back and watch Bob’s Burgers for way too long and laugh and have someone to do that with. And the Gia Pinot Noir is pretty great for that.
Although the Gia Pinot Noir is totally down to spend an evening on my couch in pajamas, she is quite impressive when we go out. Everyone loves her. I don’t even get to enjoy her company when I take her places. Everyone hogs her. I’m like, “HEY. GIA! I’M OVER HERE! YOUR BESTIE! WHO INTRODUCED YOU TO ALL THESE PEOPLE! WE HANG OUT. A LOT. DON’T FORGET ABOUT ME WHILE THAT MODEL DRINKS THE SHIT OUT OF YOU! WE’RE UBERING HOME TOGETHER! DON’T FORGET THAT! I LOVE YOU!”
Then I look kinda weird and overbearing, but whatever.
SHE’S MY GIRL. I DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU WANT FROM ME.
Tasting Notes: Such a lively cranberry color! I want it on my nails. The bouquet is that of peppered berries and light citrus blossoms. The palate is one of the the most approachable Pinot Noirs ever, which is kind of insane when you consider how approachable Pinot Noirs are for red wine. Perfect to introduce red wine to your weirdo friends who refuse to drink red wine. Fruity and mild with a plush finish. It may be a touch sweet for serious red wine enthusiasts, but still enjoyable.
Ross Test: The finish is a little rough, but worth it.
AHHHH MARITZA LUGO, YOU MADE ME BEAUTIFUL!!! ♥