Chateau de Campuget Rosé
Price: $14ish
Year: 2013
Region: Rhône, France
Retailer: Yummy
LOL, remember a couple weeks ago when it was "SOOOO HOT" and I had to hang out in my bra? And then, it got so hot I had to put my AC on and wear a light cotton dress? LOL! MAN, THOSE WERE THE DAYS!
NOW THAT IT IS A LEGIT BAJILLION OUTSIDE AND I'M DYING.
Now, anyone who knows me would be like, "C'mon, Marissa. We know about how you were basically raised on the weekends in Palm Springs, you're totally down with 110 degree weather."
This is true.
WHEN I'M NEXT TO A POOL AND A FULL BAR.
NOT WHEN I'M STUCK INSIDE MY BLACK LEATHER CAR/COFFIN ALL DAY.
I am just hanging out in my bathroom in my underwear drinking rosé because I legitimately feel like this is my best/most "chill" option.
And because,
let's be honest,
I DO LEGITIMATELY need to shower.
But cannot bring myself to it because
blow drying my hair sounds like death.
So yeah, I'm drinking this entire bottle of rosé I only kinda like while avoiding the inevitable/enjoying semi-cool floor tiles because I am very, very elegant. Not sure if you realized how elegant I was in the past, but maybe my awesome Zack Morris bangs will give you a fucking clue.
This rosé is a salty, bitter little bitch. You know how they talk about body-mind connection? I mean, they do at my exercise place so I imagine they talk about it at all workout places but ANYWAY. THE POINT IS even though it isn't my favorite tasting rosé, I'm having a real body-mind connection with it right now.
Because my body is so salty,
and my mind is so bitter.
I picked it up on a quick grab at my local market on Saturday and today was super thankful I didn't drink it all weekend. Like they say, misery loves company.
Or, winos love wine.
Same thing.
Ugh, I'm just going to listen to the end credits of Bojack Horseman for the next hour and kill myself.
Or shower.
Same thing.
But definitely listening to Bojack Horseman end credits for the last eight minutes.
Tasting Notes: Very aromatic bouquet, boasting big raspberries/jumbo shrimp (lol, jk, obvi). On the palate, it's pink salt water taffy. Honestly, I don't know when I've ever said this about a rosé but this one tastes better a little more room temperature than super cold, which does NOTHING FOR ME ON THIS SUPER HOT DAY.
Ross Test: OCEAN WATER BUT MORE DELICIOUS
