|Chileax with the Basques.|
It's the first day of spring break, and my kids are coming down from an Easter candy sugar rush. It rained today and the younger one spent most of his time running around naked, except for a pair of bunny ears. I really, really, really appreciated this bottle of wine.
This wine is from Chile, and the front label is in French and Spanish. I'm not sure why. (It's probably explained on the back label, but I started drinking before reading, so there goes that.) Los Vascos means Basques, which refers to "an ethnic group which primarily inhabits an area traditionally known as the Basque country, a region that. . . . straddles parts of north-central Spain and south-western France." Thank you, Wikipedia! Glad I looked it up, too. I thought Los Vascos meant cows, because, well, I don't speak Spanish. Anyhoo, that clears up the whole French-Spanish thing.
I generally find that Chilean wines are a bit much, but this is gooood stuff. Fruity, mild, with a wee bit o' spice at the end. It's purty, too, with a nice ruby red color. And guess what? It's really, really tasty! So tasty that I didn't mind that while I was in the middle of researching the Basques, the toilet in our master bathroom overflowed, causing it to rain in the basement. So tasty that I didn't mind that I was standing in a small lake in the basement in my pink crocs, stabbing holes in the insulation with a steak knife so that the water would pour out and hopefully not create a death-mold situation. So tasty that I didn't mind that in the midst of our shop-vaccing and mopping, our son was honking away on his saxophone and demanding compliments.
I didn't mind because I knew there was half a glass of Los Vascos Cab waiting for me. It's that tasty.
That's all I got. Drink up, y'all.