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Please welcome WoW's newest staff member. Her duties include filling diapers, coordinating all sleepless nights and being almost illegally cute. The chardonnay really comes through, and smells like it'll taste of toast and nuts and maybe pears. Or maybe not. The flavors that come from this pale hay-colored bubbly are flinty and minerally, with only the lemony citrus flavors connecting smell with taste. It's about as far away from bread dough as someone on the Atkins diet. But that's not a bad thing. It means this wine pairs with a whole lot of different foods (in case you're eating as you celebrate). This'll soon come in handy, as I think it will be a good match with mashed carrots, pureed peaches and whatever unholy stuff gets stuffed in those little baby food jars. (Hey, I need my daughter to develop an early appreciation of fine wine, right?) Speaking of Atkins, my only beef with this wine is that the bubbles have a fairly short lifespan. Thus, make sure you celebrate with plenty of friends so that an open bottle is a soon-empty bottle. You'll want them around for bragging rights anyway. What good is boasting about your nearly omniscient baby girl if no one is around to hear it? (Not like that would stop me, mind you - she really is frighteningly brilliant, even with just a few days under her belt. And speaking of belts, hers will soon be black. She'll also be a karate master. Cheers, |
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I don't mean to turn this into Wilder on Wilder, but I'm too excited not to share this news: Your humble wine reviewer has become an even more humble father to a horrendously cute baby girl! This is cause for celebration. The problem is that, because my daughter is already the smartest baby on the planet (and sure to only get smarter, not to mention cuter), there will be endless reasons to celebrate. Think of it: In addition to all the usual firsts (first smile, words, steps, etc.), I'll surely be stuck celebrating a first platinum-selling album, Pulitzer prize, an Oscar or two, and Olympic gold... all before kindergarten! I may be a proud papa, but I'm not made of money. That's why I love this wine. I can crack a bottle of this bubbly to commemorate every diaper change and still have enough to pay for the tuxedo I'll need for all the awards ceremonies. Granted, the same is true of Andre sparkling wine. The difference is that the Rotari is a nice wine to open with friends, whereas I think Andre is a foaming paint-stripper. The Rotari "Brut"
is also seemingly two, two, TWO wines in one! The nose and palate
are about as congruous as wine reviewing and child rearing, and
while that doesn't bode well for my future in fatherhood, it makes
for a double- The nose is all about yeasty, doughy richness and light citrus (which kinda rhymes).
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