Seattle adventures, life, home, and coffee—in no particular order
I called on the trusty wino ladies for the most difficult of wedding tasks: picking a wine label. In true form, they rose to the occasion and vowed not to stop drinking until we picked a crowd favorite.
At the suggestion of my darling friend Julie, I picked three Washington-state labels distributed by Precept Wine. I chose based on three all-important factors: geography (Washington only), variety (labels that had a healthy sampling of whites and reds), and…aesthetics (labels that had a purdy, tree/PNW themed label).
Going into the evening, I already had my heart set on Washington Hills—mostly because I liked its mountain and tree adorned label. Yes, I’m a true connoisseur.
The tasting itself was highly scientific. I wrapped the bottles in construction paper to hide the label and numbered each. We sampled one vino at a time and paired them with the wine-friendliest of foods: Papa Murphy’s pizza. The class don’t stop.
Once we all swirled and sampled and swished, it was time to rate on a scale of one to ten—one being “That takes like cleaning solution, and I could definitely NOT bring myself to drink enough glasses of that to get a decent buzz” and ten being “Mmmm, this is deliciously drinkable, and I could easily drink 10 to 15 glasses while boogying down on the dance floor!” As I said, highly scientific.
After saying goodbye to the girls and thanking them for a wonderfully hilarious evening, I still wasn’t convinced, so I turned to Adam (you know, the other person in this wedding) for some advice.
Me: Ok, so what do you think—Washington Hills or Pine and Post?
Adam: I don’t care.
Me: I know, but pretend you care. Which?
Adam: I won’t be drinking wine. You pick.
Me: I knoooow, but I can’t decide. Pine and Post is cheaper and it tasted better, but Washington Hills looks better. And I like them both.
Adam: Wait, so it’s cheaper and it tastes better. Why can’t you decide?
Looks like we have a winner. Aesthetics, be damned!