Today as I sit 36,000 feet in the air I started contemplating the lack of variety of wines offered to us traveling nomads upon our long and vigorous journeys across seas, land, and cultures. I boarded this aluminum vessel in hopes to quench my un-relentless need for a good white varietal only to be heartbroken and devastated by the lack of downright pathetic choices on the list. Don’t get me wrong, I am not asking for bottle service on a 2012 Darioush Chardonnay but it would be pleasantly appeasing to be confronted with some type of selection.
Our lovely and kind stewardess with no hesitation whatsoever offered me the red which he believed was a merlot or a red blend; when inquiring further about the white selection I was offered a white wine - plain and simple. SOLD! Let’s Do it. My white wine arrives and it happens to be a Chardonnay. I took a quick look at the label and saw a rather bleak and bland array of letters and colors stating it was “Wente Vineyards”, a chardonnay out of California (somewhere mysterious I presume). So, I did what any respectable wine connoisseur would do, twisted the cap and got the party started!
So I learn via the “back label” Wente has pioneered the movement of the Chardonnay grape in the California region. Established in 1833 this vineyard was the first of its kind to plant the grape varietal and claims “copy cats” are out there cloning their grapes since the gold rush of California. Wente Vineyards will forever be noted as the pioneers of the wild wild west, I love their style, So Cabonnay. Show up in the desert, with your mind set on raising the bar, doing something different, and changing the way life currently exists.
Let’s get down to business. My official wine tasting of this vino may be skewed due to altitude, and the fancy plastic cup I am using to drink it. We call this wine hustling. The clarity is pleasant, after I got the image of the doctors office out of my mind, golden, almost translucent with a hint of yellow, thin, beyond thin. Fruit forward, tropical fruit, exotic grasses, jetfuel…. sweat…oh wait maybe that is coach. Tastes are tart, not offensive but a hint of bitter. Crisp granny smith apples, juicy with hints of honeycomb. Easy, non challenging, pleasant, maybe these “guys” knew what they were doing after all.
Overall, Wente Vineyards way to monopolize the market on Delta Airlines. I enjoyed your wine in a fury of chaos and Delta Airlines was an amazing host and "sommelier" (used loosely); comping two bottles in the art of scientific discovery.