Antonio and I went to a wine tasting yesterday consisting only of pinot noir. Our friend Robert is holding wine tastings for $15 per person so he can learn more about wines. We had some from the French region (which I seemed to be the only one to like), a very interesting one from Chile and a few from the states.
He had a variety of cheeses, fruit, crackers and some chocolate wafers. He also decided to pick up some rotisserie chicken, since he realized he scheduled the wine tasting around dinner time for most people—5:30 p.m.
Everyone (excluding me) loved the J from J Vineyards and Winery, a vineyard in California. It seemed very pepperry to me, although everyone else said it was the most fruity.
While there were two that I tried that I wouldn’t mind having again, I don’t believe pinot noir seem to be my favorite type of wine. I will have to go to his next wine tasting now just to see if it’s something that suits me better. I think in all we had eight heads, which I think is a perfect number for a wine tasting—anything more than that and it’s really just a party. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. I love a good party. I just realize I shouldn’t call it a wine tasting since I don’t focus on the wine at all and usually end up drinking too much to tell the difference between one or the other.