Making impulse decisions and not regretting them

Red Wine

I’ve never been particularly great at making quick decisions. Why? I’ll have to think about that….

No seriously. I’ve got to stop this. 2017 is the year of me making decisions and I’m trying my best to make them quicker and not regret them. It started with reading the first few pages of The Life Changing Magic of Not Giving a F**k by Sarah Knight. I say the first few pages because I had to go and buy and read Marie Kondo, The Life Changing Magic of Tidying Up to understand some of what’s the fucks she’s wasn’t giving a fuck in the first place we’re all about.

Not many self help books genuinely change my life, but learning to give up things that don’t spark joy has made me less cluttered and much happier. Why? Because I’m not faffing around deciding about things I shouldn’t waste my time on. It started with clothes and the feeling of getting rid of stuffing know I will never wear again is so liberating.

Browsing for wine has always been a great love of mine but when I’m just picking up something to drink at home, I don’t need to spend too much time looking for something perfect. I want to take more risks with wine and surprise myself.

Last weekend I picked up a bottle of Chianti from the local village Co-op. There wasn’t a huge amount of choice but the label caught my eye. So I picked it up, paid and left before I saw something else that would leave me deliberating.

I’ve not had a Chianti since Christmas and I wasn’t expecting too much from this bottle at just £5.99, although I can confirm it sparked plenty of joy when I opened it. It’s a young’un, the 2015 vintage so you do get that classic burst of ripe, red fruit flavours and some peppery notes. I did find it tad dry to start off with. I suggest opening it for an hour or so before you drink it and decanting it if you can. Or just tip in in a jug and back in the bottle, it does need a bit of air to soften it up.

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Making the effort to find new wines

Red Wine, Uncategorized

January wasn’t a great month for me. For a few different reasons I lost my ‘wine mojo’ and it has really been getting to me. I went from being painfully specifc about what I wanted to just not caring and settling with bottles or styles I knew would be consistant. It’s far too easy to fall in to that trap and become dependent on the brand or bottles you know will taste as you expect.

It’s far to easy to pop to your local and pick up the same wine without even thinking about it. When I worked in the trade I couldn’t understand how people drank the same stuff all the time but I seemed to slip it to it myself. Why? I don’t really know. But I know I don’t like it.

So I am trying my best to get out of the wine funk I’m in and the first part is making the effort to find wines that I haven’t tried before. I popped in to Dickens House on Sunday and avoided all the bottles I was familar with in favour for something I wasn’t. It’s hard not to go for things you know you already enjoy but that’s the risk with wine and I’ve got to get back in to being happy to take that risk.

I picked up three different bottles and the first I’ve tried is the Terras Pegoes Vinho Tinto 2014 (£6.50). What a bargain! Portugal offers such brilliant value for money and this is certainly no exception. It’s made from the Castelão grape which I’m told is widely grown across Portugal but usually found in the south of the country. It’s rich, intense but beautifully fruity and has a really delicate floral hint to it. I’ve been opting for tannin heavy wines recently but this is the complete opposite. It has such a smooth palate that its dangerously easy to swig. The label says raspberry flavours but I am pretty sure I am getting just a little bit of red cherry.

So here’s to getting back on the wagon, sensibly of course 😉

 

 

When only a red will do

Red Wine

The Whale Caller – Shiraz Cabernet 2009

I cursed my tastebud’s last weekend but I blammed the suspiciously warming sunshine for luring them into the false hope that spring was finally on its way. Having had more than enough of the cold weather (very much including the snow), I basked in a little bit of above freezing temperatures long enough to begin the yernings for something white and zesty.

No, said the Met Office. Think again. And back we were at the begining of the week with yet more cold. So I quietly gave in and knew only the warmth of a red would do after yet another 45minute wait on a sleety platform.

The recommendations you can get from some people at supermarkets are the types of recommendations I tend to ignore. A good friend worked at a place which for his sake, will go unnmaed. He openly admitted to commiting a major crime by suggesting the wine that was clogging up his stock cupboard, regardless of its suitability. He declined to tell me if anyone had come back in to comment of his food matching skills.

Other than the wise words of resident wine expert who goes by the name of Georgio are some that I will gladly accept. He resides at this post in Waitrose Food Hall, nestled in the basement of John Lewis at Bluewater. And without fault, this man always manages to point me in the right direction.

I have to start with its price. £3.89 which is a price I am normally dubious about. Is that judging a bottle by its label? Surely not, I have learnt my lesson certainly not to have this type of attitude.

However its not me with the attitude, its this wine. Just opening the bottle releases the heat of spice from the shiraz mixed with jammy deep fruit. I love it when you get a nose of a wine like this, it really shouts at you to get involved and that was the sort of encouragement I needed.

The balance of grape mixed with the heat from its South Africa upbringing gives this wine a real punch, matching it brilliantly with meaty and spice filled dishes. I on the other hand, managed to enjoy it pretty well with cheese and crackers. Sometimes a girl really has no time to cook.

The palete is a pretty punchy mix of the deep fruits all balanced with that lingering spice and slight slice of pepper. I imagine The Whale Caller to puff up its chest amongst the other players on the shelf and offer itself up as a busty challenge.

This isn’t a casual drinking wine mind, it deserves a little extra attention if not that meaty meal as already suggested. I like a red to chew on every now and again but unsuspecting guests might not always be up for its raw measures.

This wine gets a sure fire recommend. I know I will be back off to buy a few more bottles. 3/5