On July 5, 2018

Your tastebuds will dance with this

By Becca Zidik

’Tis the season for skippin’, flip-floppin’, and of course, sippin’… on that wine you’ve wanted to try since you heard about it on Twitter exactly three and a half days ago.

Becca Zidik_HeaderCalifornia’s acclaimed Napa Valley is home to Silverado Vineyards. With six distinctive vineyards in the heart of Napa, the property prides itself on flavor and character; what’s not to love about that? Just imagine; a slight haze diluting the setting sun after an all day affair at the Silverado Vineyards; a glass of Chardonnay in your hand. The same fruity notes that were just on the brim of your tongue are now painting the sky in a blur of color; pear, green apple, lemon zest, and honeysuckle. While it may not be California, similar views of the mountain reflect off the of the Summit pond from The Foundry’s deck, and that Chardonnay will definitely be in your hand. Win, win(e), right? It emulates a watercolor painting found on a wine bottle, you know, with that classy looking textured paper? Stunning.

Similarly, without flying down past the Equator, one can also experience the viticulture, or wine production, of Chile right here in Vermont. Awning Estate Cabernet Sauvignon (cab-er-nay saw-vee-nyon for those of us who are French- impaired), is high in tannin, which creates a high acidity level due to fermenting the grapes with their skins. The aroma and flavor contribute to vegetal tones of blackcurrants and cassis. Primary flavors of black cherry, violets, and green bell pepper coat the palate. Sounds straight out of the sommelier’s mouth… William Spanos, we’re looking at you. Pair that with a fresh, sustainable Ora King Salmon and your tastebuds will be dancing all night long.

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