Friday, September 30, 2011

Naramata

I've just returned from my brief trip to the Okanagan Wine Country (Wine Country always sounds like a made-up place, doesn't it? Much like Villainville or Cellulite City). Many hours were spent exploring the Naramata region, sipping as much wine as one could stomach on serpentine streets. My palate may not be refined enough to detect notes of forest floor in a glass of Pinot Noir, but that doesn't mean I couldn't thoroughly enjoy the experience and guess the easier notes, like raspberries and currants. When in doubt, amateur oenophiles, always say raspberries and currants. As for me, I'm already planning my next trip to a sylvan area, so that I can finally sample that famous forest floor.


4 comments:

Amber Blue Bird said...

I always say "It tastes like wine." :)

Claire said...

how fun! what a great little trip. i can't wait til i'm not pregnant anymore so i can have some wine (and sushi too, i miss sushi).

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tiny dancer said...

Gorgeous photo - I am forever jealous. I heard its so beautiful there from one of my friends who wants to eventually live there. Sounds like paradise :)

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TrophyBoutique said...

GORGEOUS. I am totally having green deprivation here in dry old Texas...