Time. In my hands? It is God damned scarce, to be blunt. Yes, my writing has been affected by my fifty to sixty hours-a-week work life. This means I have little life outside of it. Sex? Wine? Literature? Editing my scripts and novels? What in God’s name are those? Instead my life is a languorous parlor trick consisting of laborious exercises of peddling sugared teas to Valley Girls and showing “guests” to their reserved seating at a local movie house.
Wine is still a focus in my life, however. I must drink it, and often. It is easier to give you a list, and their respective reviews, all at once. For, even pressing a post button several times, as opposed to once, is a chore in my current state.
The wines exhibited in this post are all the big, brash, bold, and marred (in my taste). Wines that are so ubiquitous to our “new world” styles. As often stated, these wines are typically deemed with passive aggressive derision to be “Californian.” But, as this post attests to, this is not the case. They are not only in California. They are everywhere –– and it is only getting worse among the $20 range of reds.
Consider this the Big Red edition. These wines are just as cheeky.