I have finally earned my big girl pants and went wine tasting.
I then took the big girl pants off because I made a stink face after every sip. I do not like wine. Between my dad, my step-mom and I we made enough wine waste to fill an entire glass. Finally when I thought it was too late for any hope, I found one that I liked.
This Moscato tasted like juice. It was no surprise I liked the dessert wine, I am 12 years old at heart. Drink enough wine and the windows in the bathroom start to glow.
After the tasting it was time to tour the land. No grapes on the vines because it’s winter. That just means I need to go back when it’s harvest time.
This vineyard was beautiful, and the mountains on the horizon made this a place I would love to wake up and drink my morning coffee, or a bottle of wine (Moscato please.)
Better yet, just put me in the production room and I’ll stick my head under the nozzles used to fill the bottles.
In all seriousness this place was not only gorgeous, but it was very tranquil. Tucked into the hillsides of Sedona without knowing it was there, you would never find it. I think I could pretend to be a wino if it meant spending my afternoons here.
Q: Have you ever gone wine tasting, or toured a vineyard?