The first of my great Vaqueyras bottles was served to me and my husband on a rainy spring evening in the lounge at the divinely cultivated Château des Alpilles in St. Remy-de-Provence.
It’s my deep belief that I was born to drink Rhône reds, such as my darling Vaqueyras, at the Château des Alpilles with my husband. It’s true.
For more on Va-va-Vaqueyras I’ll turn you loose here: Rhône Wines: Appellation Vaqueyras. Suddenly I feel less like educating and more like feeling, memory-ing, imagining. Mais, mon cher, If I can offer you the fishnet, legs crossed, late night, sleep late, lipstick smile, cheese for desert evening a great Vaqueyras deserves, haven’t I done my job?
I consider this memory an occasion. If you enjoy my big relax into wine, if you love to travel, to be the new experience, please comment and tell me where you found a new wine love. Please share and like and do all the things that make these post spread like…well, use your imagination.
Peek into my favorite space with me, hmmm? Freshen your glass first. Ladies + Gentlemen, Château des Alpilles: