a girl and a glass

I love love.  I love the feeling you get when you are falling in love and you know it has the potential to be something special, you just don't know how special.  I remember when I first started falling in love with my husband.  The butterflies in my stomach.  The excitement from every phone call and text message.  I knew it was going to be big, but I didn't know how big. That's how I feel when I first discover a new wine that I love.  Especially when I'm not expecting it.  When I'm not looking for it.  When it just appears, as if by magic, or fate.  Destiny perhaps.  That's how I feel about my latest discovery.  It wasn't something I picked.  It wasn't something I expected to like.  But I think I might have fallen in love. On Friday I had the opportunity to take a seaplane to Berrowra Waters Inn for lunch. Pics from the flight up and arriving at Berrowra Waters Inn There we were treated to a fantastic degust...

As I mentioned in my first post, this is a blog about wines I try and the story of their discovery - not a blog about tasting notes.  As we're making our way through one of our wine racks at the home I'm finding that each bottle we open has great memories attached to it.  Memories that are about more that the wine.  Memories that involve people and experiences that I've enjoyed, and in some cases cherished.  My discovery of this Jenke Chardonnay is one of those stories, and it wasn't really my discovery at all. We'd headed down for a long weekend in the Barossa Valley and were taking some friends of ours along for their first time.  We spent our first day at a long lunch at one of my favourite wineries in the world ( Rockford Wines ), followed by a slow and lazy dinner at our cottage (with more wine of course!).  The next day after visiting the Barossa Farmer's Markets for coffee and pastries we set off to visit our usual destinations - Ch...

The trouble with the holiday period is that I get time to stop and think.  I get to hang out with family and friends.  I eat too much.  I drink too much.  And I generally let go of the year that's been.  It's great.  I relax and unwind.  My body and mind take a little rest. And then suddenly it's over.  I wake up one morning and realize that I'm done with relaxing.  A new year is spread out before me and I need a new challenge. A new mountain to climb.  A new goal to aim for.  A new experience to challenge myself with.  I get excited and I plan.  I start lists.  I ponder.  I drive my husband nuts with the 'what do you want to do this year?' questions.  Quickly followed by 'What else?' So here I am again.  Over committed.  Excited.  Daunted.  And a little confused.  Why another blog?  Do I really need to do this?  Is there a purpose to it all? Ok I'll stop for a minute an...