Wine porn

Need I say more?  We are at the cross-roads of greatness.  Forgive me for posting a little gratuitous vineyard action.

Doesn’t look like we’ll be visiting any houses directly, which is fine with us.  After tasting with Chantal in Ribeauvillé we realized how much we would flail as a result of the language barrier.  Chantal worked in the wine business and is a native French speaker, so our tasting experience with her was very informative.  We would be clueless without her, so we’re sticking with the tasting rooms, and restaurants for getting our wine on.  And let me tell you, even this can be dangerous.  The mark ups are nonexistent in restaurants so we can order bottles we can only ogle in the states.  And the tasting rooms have such incredible inventory, we can easily pick up bottles that are the same vintage as the cheesy music they play on the radio here.  (Seriously, what is up with the Phil Collins worship around here?)

The only bummer is the lame limit on bringing wine home.  We blew our wad on the Eau de Vie purchase, so that just means everything we buy, we have to drink before we leave.  I think we’ll be able to live with that.   Bottoms up!