I lost focus on this year’s challenge for a bit, and was a bit anxious looking up the dates to see if I’d run out of time. I’m good though – there’s still a week left. After today’s post, my sixth of the season, I’m only one shy. The pressure is on, but I’m pretty sure I can find one more wine varietal here in southern France.
Gigandas is a small wine village along the southern Rhône, not far from Mont Ventoux. Rachael and I biked through Gigandas fifteen years ago, and it brought back some warm memories when I saw it on the wine listtonight. Hot memories, actually – this was in July 2003, in the middle of a historic heat wave. We were in Provence to see the lavander in bloom in celebration of our 15th wedding anniversary, and about died from the heat.
The wave of nostalgia clouded my vision apparently, and I didn’t notice that this is a spendy vintage. I was shocked when the bill came to see that a half bottle cost us almost as much as the rest of the meal. Particularly foolish when I have so little sense of taste anyway.
Enough about the past and the wine though. Click here if you’d like to see the ride that led up to such profligacy.