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The wine-drinking has been infrequent as of late; hence, no update for the last week and a half. However...

I found a decent Beaujolais at the local WalMart (!), and we tried it by itself. Not a glugging wine, for sure, I don't care what the literature says.

We've really been turned off by red wines in the past, honestly, I think because we tried the wrong one with a meal or just went too intense, who knows. The Beaujolais, we found, improved upon further tasting. It wasn't terribly off-putting, but it didn't change my life like some of the Rieslings we've had. So, in short...we will probably be trying a Beaujolais again.

Now, a week ago, I picked up a 2007 Selbach-Oster Kabinett Riesling at a Co-op food store. $24 a bottle, by far, the most I've spent on wine. German wine labeling/categorizing is kind of confusing. Basically, from what I understand, there are four categories of German wine, and within the top group (Pradikatswein), there are four sublevels. Well, Kabinett is the fourth sublevel of this top group. So...it's the worst of the best, I guess??

Anyway, it's a shame because this wine was REALLY good. I mean, excellent. I can tell I'm getting more wine-savvy, because I could smell the petrol (typical for Rieslings), and I could pick up the tart, fruity flavor (although separating them out into particular fruits was tricky). High in acidity, this one was medium-bodied and light and crisp.

In short, I really, really, really enjoyed it. Brent was ambivalent, especially when I told him it was $24! But, like I said before, it's a shame, because I don't think I'll be shelling out $24 too often for a bottle of wine.

*Sigh* Maybe I could put in on my Christmas list.

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