Lego'n

Hello.  Hello!  It is my birthday today.  I mean, subjectively, because I am not yet asleep.  It's 4:38am so - technically - it's 4.63333... hours past my birthday.  But!  Not Yet Asleep means Still My Birthday!

So as TWS I must confess that I've been drinking.  I had some of the blueberry stuff that I like but is too sweet and too alcoholic.  And some Guinesses.  And a Tempranillo!  From Spain, as it happens.  When I bought it I thought it was from Argentina but maybe that's because most of the Tempranillos I've had are from Argentina?

Or maybe I'm just a dumb American who has a blog about wine.  It is difficult to tell.

Here's the bottle:

Lego'n!

I don't know how to do the accent mark so again, maybe just a dumb American with a dumb blog.

This wine was fine.  I bought it at Costco for under twenty bucks.  Costco's got decent stuff but I am in the process of reconsidering my relationship with wine.

Like, okay.  Here's the website for this wine:

https://estatesfromspain.com/wines/legon-premium/

But maybe you're so far in the future that only this blog remains, and you are concerned about what this wine is like, and why I am reconsidering my relationship with wine or what that even means?  Hello to the future!  I am satisfied thinking that this is one of the artifacts that have survived.

Anyway.  Draw a line North of Madrid and West of Barcelona and they'll intersect pretty close to this winery.  Does that mean anything to you?  Are you Iberian?  It did not mean anything to me.  It seems like this winery is close but maybe a Seattle-to-Portland (or Detroit-to-Chicago, or Boston-to-New York, depending) amount of distance from the Basque and then from France.  Maybe that's more meaningful?

I don't even anymore.

I am 54 now so when I say "I'm 27 - and I've been 27 for several years now" I actually mean to double that.  So, that's pretty cool, because I like numbers.  I am a sort of number scientist, as it happens, so this kind of thing pleases me.  Pleases me like wine pleases me!  I worry that I might take it too far, you see.

Right.  How's the wine?  It's fine.  It's a little too sweet and a little to - acerbic?  Drying?  The opposite of sweet is 'dry' with wine but this wine is both sweet and dry.

As I write this, just so you know, I am listening to a Synthwave mix on youtube - hello future archaeologists!  Youtube was a thing in the early 2000s.  People uploaded videos there until it got really big and now, in 2023, people worry about how to make money from youtube.  But the track just sampled Royksopp, with an umlaut, from Norway.  Ro(umlaut)yskopp means 'mushroom' in Norwegian, with the implication of GETTING FUCKED UP, and they're good.  Digression, there.  My friend Mike and some of his kids are in Norway so I like Royksopp even more.

Hey and also - in 2023 people worry about how to make money.  It's been like that for most of human recorded history, I think?  Maybe it's different for you.  Maybe we've figured out how to deal with a post-scarcity-of-energy economy?  They just a few weeks ago got fusion to produce more energy than was added so - fingers crossed!

Maybe I'm pissing this blog into the winds of history though.

Right.  The wine.  It was a little too sweet and a little too acerbic.  It had good Tempranillo flavors but was a little too shouty.  I am starting to think that - maybe it's me, you know?  Maybe it's not 'wine'.

But I am a snob de la wine, you know?  That's what my blog says so it must be true.  If you go to their website they talk about oak barrels from America and France and - sure.  I guess there's a little oakiness.  It's not really a thing to care about I think.  Unless you're a 54-year-old professor in some art film where the soliloquy about wine is really about his relationship with his wife and also a little about his son.

This wine is not about my wife or about my son because I like those people a lot and I find this wine 'drinkable'.  I'd rather have had Guinnesses but this will do.  I mean, it's not horrible and it went well with the beef-and-taters we had for dinner. You'll drink it in your Manhattan loft with your middle-aged friends and try not to talk about the pain of your teenager pulling away from you, while Cindy made some Lamb ribs with the top that looks a little like a chef's hat and you wonder if your life is going okay.

I mean, my life is going GREAT.  This wine isn't, like, SAD or maudlin or full of ennui or anything, it's just - fuck.  I dunno.  Serve it with lamb and read the website so you can pontificate.  I don't think I'd buy this again but that's not because it's bad or anything - just, I can't tell much difference between this and an 8 dollar bottle of pepperwood cab, you know?

But naybe YOU, though, are an ACTUAL wine snob with years of practice and a dedicate palette and all that.  Then, as I write this in 2023, this 2019 blend tastes like it needs a few more years.  Like the flavors are a bit all over the place.  Too sweet but drying in the mouth, and like a soup before the umami seasoning's been added.  This is, to quote Arrested Development, the Hot Ham Water of wine.

Not quite that bad.  You'll like it I guess.  Did you like this Blog Post?  Being all over the place but kind-of with some central themes?

Do you see what I did there?  That is what this wine is like inside of my mouth.