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He'll drink to that


Tim grabbed this wine tonight to eat with our grilled meal of salmon steaks. Well, we had a different variety and year, a 2006 Central Coast Syrah, but it was by the same winery, the Cycles Gladiator. It was described on the vintner's Web site as: "An intriguing combination of raspberry and wild plum aromas framed by fresh cracked pepper and pretty oak notes... Gold Medal, 2008 San Francisco Chronicle Wine Competition!"

I thought he chose it because of its award-winning tradition. Silly me. He shared with me the real reason he picked it (that old judging-a-wine-by-its-label philosophy hard at work).

And I quote:

It's the perfect label. Naked lady and a bicycle.

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Tim said…
It does taste pretty good too...
8:06 PM
Brianne said…
hahahaha that's a guy for you :)
I dunno though, I just can't do red wine when it's hot out. Have you had Luna di Luna, blue bottle? It's a Pinot Grigio/Chardonnay blend. I normally don't care for white wine but this is pretty tasty. I want to try the pure Pinot Grigio, which is the yellow bottle.
1:03 PM
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