February 6, 2013 § Leave a comment
If I ever thought I knew anything, it was what Sauvignon Blanc tastes like, especially when it’s from New Zealand: guava, grapefruit, gooseberry, good bye. Two NZ Sauvignon Blancs I’ve drunk recently yank my ego, twist it into a tidy pretzel and toss it to the dogs.
Big lesson: You never know as much as you think you know. These are complex, enticing wines at totally doable prices. They give. And they take. They stay open. And invite — nay, force — you to do the same. Here’s the story.