October 2024
I could go on forever about the joys of Muscadet. How it’s grown off the western coast of the Loire Valley; how well it pairs with seafood. What sur lie means. But I’d rather illustrate its virtues with a story…
My roommate was left by his lover. Devastated, he came to me in need of a bottle “like a Sancerre” for a scenic rendezvous at (REDACTED). I told him I had just the bottle: Muscadet. At first he didn’t trust me – he’d been hurt too many times - but I reminded him I work at a wine shop for a living and am not a girl, so he accepted my advice. The next morning I was sipping coffee and dissociating at my little bistro when I heard footsteps come up the drive. It was my roommate, draped in the same tattered rags as the day before but with a fresh layer of wrinkles. He was cheesing like a moron. I asked him how it went, but all he wanted to talk about was the Muscadet. Its signature crisp acidity. The hints of salinity. The date went fine, but he fell in love that night. Be the first of your friends to do the same. |
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