By Peter Vetsch
[These bottles were provided as samples for review purposes.]
As I sit here writing this on a rainy summer evening (pre-publication, but I bet it’s raining when this goes live too), Calgary has just struggled through a sodden June, and the tide doesn’t seem to be turning. It is grey, dreary and continually drizzling. We’ve had hailstorms, windstorms, thunderstorms — all separately and all in the last three weeks. My kids have declared their nascent skepticism for outdoor sports — who would willingly place themselves outside for an hour at a time in an environment such as this? Our northern world is free of snow for at most six months a year, and a third of that winterless period for 2019 has been underwater. You get the picture. It’s bleak.
So rather than wait for the appropriate meteorological scene to christen this long-planned summery-wine review set, I have decided to pre-emptively invoke summer by publishing it anyway, in the hopes that this trio of deck-and-BBQ-friendly refreshment will nudge our weather towards more appropriate activities. I will try anything at this point. Tonight’s bottles will set a blog record that may never be broken, bear a striking resemblance to each other until they don’t, and confirm that even trendy wines can be old-school sometimes. They may also be the first time since the Tournament of Pink that we start off with back-to-back rosés, but hopefully we can make that a bit more of a recurring pattern. Game on. Read the rest of this entry »