Hey ya'll, 'tis Karen; and Dillon.
Karen: "You know Dillon, we have talked about white wine every time, let's do a red wine for a change."
Dillon: "Ok Karen, but it's going to be hard to top the Buzzard & Snake Wine experience we had. I like your idea to do a red especially since Valentine's Day is in the air. Let's do Riunite Lambrusco."
Karen: “Oooh yeah, I remember that one. [Spoken with a southern version of a foreign accent], “Riunite on ice, that’s nice!”
Dillon: “If remember correctly, that wine tasted really good. I’m not going to mention any names, but an ex-girlfriend introduced me to Riunite. Back in the 80’s it was the wine for lovers. She was only my girlfriend though, not my lover, I mean . . . we only dated for a short time. Let’s get back to the wine.I think it would be a good idea if we each get a bottle and since we are millions of miles a way from each other have a wine tasting over the phone. What do you think, Karen?”
Karen: “Oooohhhh, yeah good idea. Riunite Lambrusco it is!”
Dillon: Two weeks later……after my nephew returned with the Riunite (he just turned 21 so he had fun buying the wine) Karen and I began to analyze the first bottle. Low and behold Karen got Rosé, not only did she get Rosé, but she got the ginormous bottle of Rosé. Here I am with a little bottle that has already been tasted by my nephew.
Karen: “Blame it on me . . . uh huh.” I think Dillon was just ticked that he did not have more to drink. Geeeez, being out of wine has ever upset me and if ya believe that one then I have some waterfront property to sell.
Dillon: “I’m just saying, Rosé in mega bottle? Isn’t that like drinking white with a little, very little drop of red food coloring in it?”
Karen: “I did good to find this bottle, the stores were crowded preparing for bad weather and all I went in for was a bottle of wine. Let’s go, I’m thirsty.”
Dillon:” Pour some in your glass.”
Karen: “Did that.”
Dillon: “Now smell it. Mine smells like raspberries or fruity. What does yours smell like?”
Karen:” Strawberry.”
Dillon: “Yeah yours would smell like strawberry being it’s a ROSÉ. Ok, now hold the stem and swirl your glass around.”
Karen: “Ummm Dillon, I’m afraid if I do that it will slosh out. I may have poured just a little too much in my glass.”
Dillon: “Ok, well I can’t show you the legs of the wine if you don’t swirl.”
Karen: “What are the legs?”
Dillon: “I’m not sure, I’ll look it up. Ok, never mind about the legs. Let’s just drink it and let our taste buds speak for us.”
Karen: “Oh, thank God.” Ya’ll, the phone Lambrusco thingy-ma-jing went a little more like me saying it smelled like strawberry. Dillon tried to teach me to “sniff, twirl, whirl” etc. ‘cept I have a few problems. Such as one, I don’t follow directions right or write. Right or write, ya know? Anyway, I tried to do my best. I smelled it, tasted it, well, first of all got all MY STUFF SET UP. My cigarettes, WINE SPIKE (I had that sitting in a house plant next to my un-gliding rocker; the chair, not a person.) Dillon asked me if I had the vino over ice and I said “no, ‘tis room temp. Now on hind-sight room temp here was in the low 20’s, so in actuality ‘twas a very chilled wine. Think about it, ‘twould be!!!!!
Dillon: Mine wasn’t on ice either; so much for, “Riunite on ice, that’s nice.”
Karen: So anyway, I did all the fancy whirlin’, twirlin so on and so forth. I even held back so long before I took one sip out of that glass that the bottle looked very lonely sitten’ there by itself (I even felt sad for that BIG BOTTLE). I was a good friend to Dillon though, so I sat patiently. I did not know Dillon had already been drankin’.
Dillon: “Karen, I thought you were keeping up with me on the “wine tasting adventure”. Are you sure you weren’t sipping out of the bottle while twirlin’?”
Karen: “I loved the Rosé.”What I enjoyed the most truly was the glass of wine via phone with Dillon, ‘cept in my case ‘twas not a glass. I had the sense to go ahead and get ‘de big bottle . . . better safe than sorry. That way ya don’t have an ornery friend fussin’ ‘cuz they ain’t got no wine left. I really loved the wine, but not half as much as me gettin’ more wine. I still wonder why it said White Lambrusco when it was between the color of methiolate and rust. I won’t worry my old head with some such non-sense as a label; I had a pretty good glass of wine with an even better friend. I enjoyed ever-dang minute. Wish ya’ll well. Love, Karen . . . cheers.
Dillon: I enjoyed the red version; it was deep red with light sweetness crossed with a very hint of dryness and some bubbles. I would highly recommend this to couples who don’t usually drink wine, but want something romantic.
Dawn: I walked in from work, didn’t know what was going on, grabbed Dillon’s glass and took a big old swig. Yikes. Not so good if you’re not prepared for what you’re drinking. I mean, after a glass or so, I think it would be lovely and legs? What legs? There weren’t any legs to be seen. Swirl a glass of Riunite and it settles back down like bottled water with food coloring. But it was interesting and probably tastes great with a bag of Cheetos. (Dillon: "This is what I'm serving Dawn for Valentine's Day)."
Back of Dillon’s Riunite Lambrusco Bottle: Lambrusco grapes date back to ancient Rome. Today, our family of grape growers and master winemakers craft a Lambrusco rich in fruit and soft in flavor. Enjoy with grilled meats, pasta with red sauces or with spicy Southwest, Mexican and Asian dishes. Serve at refrigerated temperature. To retain freshness and aroma, reseal tightly after opening and refrigerate.
Back of Karen’s Riunite Rose’ Bottle:Enjoy with light dishes, pasta with cream sauce or grilled chicken Caesar.
Karen: Retain freshness? I drink every drop then I never have to worry 'bout little things such as that. Matter of fact 'til Dillon brought that up I thought you did that with everything; freshness my fanny. To refresh, go buy another bottle...oh yeah!!
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