I’m a latecomer to many things, mostly trends, which I dislike. I prefer to discover things in my own good time and won’t be forced to do or accept something just because “everybody else” is doing it.
In my last post, I talked about houses and presidents, my trip to Charlottesville, Virginia, and Thomas Jefferson’s beautiful home, Monticello. Well, along with my history fix, I also visited a winery for the very first time.
We visited Trump Winery,* on a very rainy afternoon, after touring President James Monroe’s home, and sampled a variety of delicious wines. For some reason, I expected pretension and snobbery; instead, it was a delightful way to spend an hour or two. I had no idea that Virginia had such a growing vineyard industry with over a dozen wineries in the Charlottesville area.
I learned how wine is made, that American wines are named for the type of grape (sauvignon blanc) while European wines are named for the regions they’re grown (Bordeaux). I smelled, tasted, and savored varieties of white, red, sparkling–it can’t be called Champagne unless it comes from that region–rosé, and dessert wine.
Of course, being on vacation, I felt very relaxed and free in my pockets, but I greatly enjoyed the wine, the atmosphere, the demonstration, and the scenery. I bought five bottles and discovered that I prefer white wine to red–must be the summer girl in me as I always associate chilled white wine with happy summer memories.
~Maria, who cannot tolerate more than one glass of wine, and then only with a meal
*No relation to Donald.