Vino.
Gotta luv it.
The third bottle of this series: the 2016 "Snow Tropics" from Arrowleaf Cellars, out of BC's Okanagan Valley.
Not being a wine connoisseur, I dunno how to describe all the subtle flavors and qualities of a wine. But, upon first sip, this one pleased.
With a classy, sexy label and a name like "Snow Tropics..." well, I guess that's what got me in the first place.
Snow Tropics.
What a blend.
Maybe subconsciously, the "snow" excited the snowboard addict in me that's eagerly anticipating the upcoming season at Whistler. There mere mention of the world, stimulating enough positive emotion to have me throw down my money for this, of all the hundreds of bottles in the gallery.
And "tropics..." perhaps speaking to that part of myself that first felt drawn to Thailand, fell in love with it enough to move back, and further ahead yet to make Bali home for five years.
Yes, the tropics. Who couldn't resist the warm feelings the word itself stirs up with the implications of white sand beaches and palm trees.
At two opposite ends of the spectrum: snow and tropics.
Yet together, ushering in a cool, soothing wave of positive imagingings.
Damn.
Indeed, each sip of this encapsulates a bit of that vibe.
Though maybe that's just my tastebuds' prejudices, given it is a blend of Riesling and Gewürztraminer - undoubtedly two of my favorite types of wines. (Even though I'm no pro, these two grapes have always stood out to prove themselves as great whites).
I've never quite been able to classify myself as either a red or white person. Though if I had to choose, perhaps I would lean to the white.
Not just because wines like this really satisfy something - kinda bringing me to that place of perfection in between the opposites of a stunning tropical setting, such wine a perfect refreshment with a suave quality, and the pristine snowy mountaintops with their fresh pine-scented air as crisp and rejuvenating.
No. That's great and all. But let's face it: white wine is high vibe.
We all know Jesus turned water to wine. As if that wasn't reason enough to drink. Though let's think about it for a moment: would he have turned it to red wine - or white wine...?
Given water is clear, the likelihood is he was brewing white. If he had turned blood to wine, it'd probably be safe to bet on red. But for sake of logic here, we'll conclude it was white.
And if he had the power and choice to bring either red or white to the party, why would he have chosen white? Because it's higher-vibe.
This isn't some spiritual theory. It's science.
Yep. Bam.
Now, white wine isn't really white. It's kinda on the yellow-ish side. Or maybe like a hybrid yellow-white. But either way, both white and yellow are higher frequency than red.
Does this mean that white wine is superior to red?
Well, maybe. But for the sake of political correctness, let's say not.
Surely, there's a time and place for red. Like when eating a steak. Or a delicioso pasta with tomato sauce. Or when you just fucking feel like a red wine.
Though does that mean that because red isn't as high vibe as white, drinking red will doom one to a fate in the red, fiery hell?
Of course not. It was never listed in the commandments as a sin. And if it's not a sin, it must be righteous.
So drink on up.
Wines like this remind me, why drink wine in the first place.
Yeah, some would say that you can achieve an ever higher vibe by abstaining from alcohol. And that might be good advice.
Though if we're all gonna die anyways and end up back at Source, then what difference does it anyways?
Granted, not everyone should drink. No argument there. But if one doesn't experience any problems with it, why hold oneself back from experiencing some of the finer things life has to offer - such as the holy brew the main capitano Jesus himself advocated through his very metaphorically-rich actions...?
So, another glass, we shall pour.
And if you happen to be located in a place where you can get your hands on a bottle of Arrowleaf Cellars' 2016 Snow Tropics, I might just recommend it.
Sure, as good as it might be, it still can't compare with real fresh snow on a powder day at the mountain. Nor with a primo tropical destination when you're craving it most.
But, if it can deliver even a fraction of the beauty and joy such a magic fusion of such extremely opposite forms of awesomeness - which it kinda almost does - then by damn...
Bottom's up!
