Here I am again, typing, thinking, and wondering what delightful little wine insights I can instill on my ever (non) present fellow bloggers.  When suddenly, like impossible standards of beauty that men think are possible, I realize that is impossible for me to describe to you the beautiful, supple virtues of an old world grape known simply as "Chenin Blanc" without losing you to dinner, beer, or Whitehouse.com.  

But, like all Catch 45's,(my soon to be age in dog years) I need you to accept the fact that not all wine is beautiful in name but please don't judge Chenin Blanc by its name as "that which we call a rose, by any other name would still smell as sweet.

So, Chenin Blanc, by any other name would still retain that dear perfection..."

Because, what lies between this generic grape name, this unknown label, and the glass holding it all in, is both sinner and saint all wrapped up in one ideal accompaniment wine that retails for under $10.00.  Do I have your attention yet?   

Ken Forrester, South African wine oenophile and self proclaimed restaurateur, has masterfully decided to not separate what he could do versus what he should do.  He simply decided to do it all.  And, with the release of his 2007 Chenin Blanc, Stellenbosch, wine consumers all over the world are all the better for it.

The wine opens up like a new relationship in it's early stages..... you know, when the girl looks at the boy and says, "What's all this?" and the boy responds, "It's too soon to tell." my nose and my mouth were expressing the same sentiment.  The immediate vanilla and oak flavors came floating out, like a genii in a bottle, but after one teeny, tiny sip, the full fruit flavors of dried apricots, pineapple and the ever delectable honey hint, presented themselves like a single girl waiting for the perfect male; full bodied and full ripe.

And, again, did I mention this wine retails for under $10.00?  

I'm truly sorry if you missed us this past Thursday because true to form, we SOLD OUT of this wine as well.  Our clientele has become quite sophisticated in their week day and weekend wine choices.  And, I must say, that their sophistication along with my whimsical ability to pick wine have only improved with time, unlike Hilary Clinton.....my bad, a little political rhetoric for you laughter and serious consideration.

So, until next Thursday where the wine, the women and the wit will surely be overflowing, be safe in Tornado alley and come drink with me.

Until

The Wine Tellar

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