Allison was raised on the vine in Sonoma, California, and believes that life is too short to drink bad wine, count calories, or second-guess your destiny. She now lives in Los Angeles where she practices many things, the two most important being contentment and tricks for opening a wine bottle without a wine key.
Woah.
One and a half glasses in, I was feeling spicy. My humor sharpened a bit, I turned on some Alicia Keys. I stared for a while at my black stilettos, then put on some earrings. I even added a layer of mascara. This was Monday night at home, mind you. Had any of my girlfriends been around, the night would have turned into margaritas and dirty jokes in a dark bar. As it was, I settled for the vicarious sassiness of Desperate Housewives on abc.com in bed.
Witness the power of the Bogle Old Vine Zinfandel 2007.
Some people say tequila makes them crazy and whiskey makes them mean. My own experience has taught me simply that liquor makes me drunk. Some wines, though, those wines with a lot of character and a lot of pizzazz, can sway my mood one way or the other, if the situation allows. Zinfandel is often one of those wines, and the Bogle was no exception.
Maybe it’s the shining, star bright purple of the juice in the glass, the way it reflects light like loose sheets of pomegranate silk or a rough cut amethyst, a song of femininity and sensuality, the ancient hymn of the goddess. Maybe it’s the fresh black pepper filling the nostrils with heat and spice, stewed cherries mingling with dried herbs, recalling to the mind some long-forgotten, primordial memory of witches brews. Perhaps it was the surprisingly sweet flavor, like spiked punch at the high school prom, when you were unsure whether the red in your cheeks was from the booze or the excitement of danger itself.
Most likely, it was the 14.5% alcohol that made me send little winks to Tom across the room, but I’m going to choose to attribute it to the mystic power of a racy wine to bring out the raciness in women. Ladies, prepare to become the wine: proceed with caution and make sure you’ve got plenty of eyeliner. Gents, for $8.99 a bottle at BevMo, your life may have just gotten a bit more entertaining.
Cheers.