Author: Nepoleanita
While I did grow up in California, it wasn't until I went off to college in Santa Barbara that I really gained any experience with wine. It was sort of like a natural phenomenon if you lived there for longer than a month. Wine knowledge just starts to accumulate in your brain instead of important shit you need to remember for midterms. Or maybe it was just me? Anyway, my point is, I don't know that much about wine, really. I don't know any of the fancy terms. Most of my bottle purchasing decision is based on whether or not I like the label. I have a general idea what types of wines I enjoy, but there's no way I can tell you the difference between a Pinot Noir and a Cabernet Savignon. If I really like a wine, then I'll make an effort to remember what it is, or more often take a picture of the label for later reference.
Even though my mind is a sieve and I can barely remember to put on pants before leaving the house most days, there is one wine that I never have to make an effort to remember because it is, simply put, The Best.
What is it, you ask?
Gnarly Head Old Vine Zin. If you've had it, you know.
