Hey guys! I’m applying to be a summer intern with the Sierra Club. Vote for my video application on their official site as well as YouTube. I’d really appreciate it.
Alright.
I already realized that I can’t blog about music and drink at the same time. I just know I started a post about Frank Ocean and I can’t figure out where it went. It’s not in the drafts. It’s not in an open tab. I give up. Let me just get my drunken self to bed now.
Peace, world.
Winery: Chatom Vineyards
Wine: She Wines (A white wine blend).
This is a local wine from my hometown and Samwise and I killed the bottle tonight. I love that he drinks wine with me. Albeit he’ll only drink white but I take what I can get.
Now, I have a bias because I’ve always loved this wine. It’s not just because I know the head gardener. My parents have always gotten it and I’ve been drinking whatever they’ve given me since I was thirteen. They’re wine club members with this winery. Part of the proceeds of this wine actually go to breast cancer research which is something my family strongly support. We lost my aunt to the illness about eight years ago. God, eight years. It baffles me that something that seems so recent is in actuality so distant.
The wine itself is smooth. There are light citrus undertones. It’s screwtop, but don’t knock it. At all.
Unfortunately, it’s not something you can just get anywhere. You’d have to be somewhere in the foothills of the Sierra Nevadas. Preferably near Yosemite and Lake Tahoe.
Now, I’m incredibly happy.
Today, after my workout, I perused Trader Joes for some eats. The wine aisle is always a given stop. I reminded myself that I had seven bottles waiting for me at home and that buying more was not a current option. However, I did scope out wines that I had at my parents house during my winter vacation.
Wine is my vice. I tell myself it’s okay that I drink it regularly because soda is completely cut out of my life (with the slight exclusion of some mixed drinks) as well as most sweets.
Plus, wine makes you happier than soda. All the carbonation just makes you burpy and drab. Wine just makes you fabulous in any state.
I really have no background with this wine. My cousin bought a few bottles, disliked one and pawned the other off on me. Being that I’m at that stage in life where I revel in free things, I gladly accepted the wine— shit quality or not.
Honestly, it’s drinkable but not as crisp as I’d like a Chard to be. Instead I found it to be slightly bitter. Would not personally buy, but would not deny. Probably something I’d just bring along with me to a party (not of the classy type).
Early this morning, I found myself curled up next to boy in a Corolla and listening to this song. I had heard of A Sunny Day in Glasgow, but since shoegaze isn’t entirely my scene I never put any effort into listening to them.
Now, with a fraction of a wine drunk, I’m entranced and captivated. While the album definitely isn’t for everyone, it’s a lovely addition to a musical library. Need a mellow jam as the background to your meditating thoughts? A Sunny Day in Glasgow.
