The Beaune Yard

Yes, that is right, a white wine.  No the wine cellar is not empty and this is all that is left, and no I have not given in to a ghost writer.  It is a damn hot summer day in Boise, Idaho and a light crisp wine seemed in order.  My wife has exited the city for the confines of the beach in Texas and I am sitting on the porch watching the small town city go by with a glass of cool Franciscan in my hand.

Those of you who drink with me know that white wines are not really my wine of choice.  There are several blends and some really rich chardonnay’s that I do like but it is an irregular event to be drinking a white.

The bottle says that this small lot, more natural wine will offer “rich, exotic fruit flavors with vanilla and oak nuances”.  Again, not being a trained oenophile I can only try to guess what they mean.  I do smell a bit of vanilla but this wine, as do many white wines leaves a lasting taste on my tongue that is not bitter but not sweet.  The wine itself tastes good and on a hot summer day it is a good wine to have. 

I like the small lot concept and will endeavor to find some more Franciscan and try it to see if any of the other wines hold up.  Not a stellar wine for my tastes but not a bad one either.  Plus the joy of watching neighbors and friends stare and whisper about me drinking a nice glass of white wine is worth the effort.

Remember that life is too short for bad wine or bad friends.