So this is what an ‘Indian Summer’ is in America! Vindaloo on steroids! Personally I hate it – 3 shirt changes per day, constantly sweaty, walking in and out of air-conditioning and my hair? God, what a mess. Only thing I look forward to is a very sensible, English sized glass of wine – we call them pints over there. So I’ve been drinking a lot. And the more wine I ‘sip’ the less inclined I am to either go outside or remember how piss awful it is outside. There’s a moral there somewhere.
The summer isn’t the best time necessarily to be tasting a lot of new wines. Traffic is typically slow with parents away paddling on beaches and kids sidling up to the Tiki Bar (or is it the other way round?). And historically Rye becomes a very sleepy town. But I had the opportunity earlier this week to try some new Oregon Pinot Noirs and really, who can say no to an offer like that? One in particular caught my fancy.