Run Riot Pinot Noir
Region: Central Coast, California
I started drinking this wine right after the rehearsal dinner for a wedding that I was attending. Exactly a week later, here I am still drinking it.
When you spend about two hours curbing your anxiety with shit wine, you tend to cry "Uncle" and stop at the first liquor store that you see. And this is how I came about to discover this wine. I love Pinot Noirs. There is just something so smooth about them. They are so damn sexy. They are bold and sweet and still manage to offer so much depth within their lighter shades of clarity. And this Pinot was no different.
This wine was made from grapes sourced from vineyards in Arroyo Seco, Santa Maria, San Luis Obispo, and Santa Barbara County which when all combined give it such a rich and diverse bouquet and flavor.
What really drew me to this bottle in a sea of overpriced contenders is that I have not come across this wine in any other establishment. Also, the gross boar glamour portrait. I am not a real fan of them. Don't they attack and eat people? And they have that unforgivingly offensive look to their bone structure. Not to mention they look like they smell like hell. Regardless, the label caught my eye and I was like "I've had a rough night of doing my best to be on my socially and ethically best behavior around my boyfriend's family and I am exhausted... can you make it right?"
And it did. Because it was delicious.
Pair With: How angry your Persian cat looks because you decided to have a social life and leave their ass at your mom's house for a whole week. Despite them being very well taken care of, they were still grumpy about being handed off like that.
Tasting Notes: The red cherry, vanilla, oak and meaty spices on the nose add to the vibrantly rounded tannins on the palate.
Chug It: Yes, please.
I have not taken a single day off since last Christmas. When Winnie passed away last November, I collapsed in the parking lot when the vet called to tell me. I left at noon that day and came back to work the following morning. My boss said "I thought that you would be out for at least a week." Everyone at work knew the extend of my love for Wink and they were all there when I got the call that she passed away. If I could, I would have never gone back to work. My grief was so crippling that I could not function properly. The only reason that I went back to work the next day was because I didn't want to sit in the cottage that I got specifically for me and Winnie and sob until I dehydrated myself slowly to death. I feel like that would take forever because I tend to take on a lot of water weight. I tried to move on. And I thought that I did.
When you try to soldier on before you are ready, eventually the sadness that you have been keeping at bay will break through. And that is exactly what happened when I took some time off.
I spent a few days in Stone Harbor. What a beautiful place. So peaceful and refreshing. But what else could be as refreshing as being in the presence of the rich and privileged? I was in my element.
But as soon as I got home from my relaxation vacation, a meltdown ensued. And I realized something. It isn't until you remove yourself from an unhappy situation and revert back to it that you comprehend the extent of your unhappiness. It is like you are being shocked into realization. My life fucking sucks a little bit. True, I am healthy and have a job and Kiehl's products in my beauty ritual.
But I am unhappy. Oh.
Luckily my unhappiness is circumstantial because I recognize that I do have a lot of great, fulfilling things in my life. But this past year has been so traumatic that the happy things took a back seat and my melancholia overpowered basically everything.
Everyone says that you need to wallow. Well, Gilmore Girls says you need to. I thought I wallowed and I thought that I was past all of the horrible feelings that come with loss. I was wrong.
I am not sure if it is time that heals ones wounds or if there is something that you have to do to move the grief along.
Looking at this view could make anyone relaxed, but my anxiety was able to shine through. Maybe next time I go away I will be able to relax. Maybe.