Those who know me, know that I like wine. A lot. I wasn’t a wine drinker until I met Graham, my Hampton Roads husband, and our marriage has become a kind of wine adventure. Living in Loudoun County, you can’t really help it. When I told some of my friends that I was thinking of starting a blog, they suggested (nay, requested) (nay, insisted) that I include some posts about wine. This is not a struggle for me, and I’m happy to oblige, because I think that wine has magical powers. No, really, hear me out on this one.
Wine inspires. And I think it’s because wine, like food and music and stories, transcends culture and language. It brings people together. I’ve made more than a few good friends over a glass of wine. During our honeymoon in France, it was okay that I couldn’t actually talk to anyone about the wines that I was tasting, because everyone just understood. A good glass of wine, or a bad one, needs no words. But it sure is fun to talk about it. Which brings me to the real meat of this post.
To me, Spring is rosé season. When the weather starts getting warm, and I see blossoms everywhere, I crave the bright crispness, and, because I’m me, the pretty-in-pink color of a nice glass of rosé. So tonight, I suggested we open a bottle of Lost Creek 2014 Tranquility. Lost Creek is a local Loudoun County vineyard and winery, and full disclosure, Graham and I are members of their wine club. It’s a fantastic place to spend quiet time on a sunny weekend afternoon – the tasting room and grounds are lovely, and the staff and owners are too.
Here’s the bottle we opened tonight:
Tranquility is what I would consider a classic rosé. A little bit coppery in color, with a delicate nose of strawberry and a hint of citrus fruits. It tastes of strawberries, too, with mild acidity, and not too sweet. For die-hard white wine drinkers, I think it would be a nice foray into a more colorful world. Lovers of rosé (I include myself in this group) won’t be disappointed.
I’m enjoying a glass as I type, and I’m a little sad I have to share the bottle with the handsome husband, though I’m sure I’ll be grateful tomorrow morning.