Wine Tasting

I just got back from my first wine tasting. Erin was working at a festival in Fishersville which is about 45 minutes from Cville so I decided I'd make the trip and experience an actual wine tasting.

The people parked me at the furthest spot from the actual festival..all the way in the back of a cow pasture. I was the last car in the last row and had to walk around at least a quarter of a mile in order to get up to the tents.

Once I got there I noticed how people crowded up near all of the booths. I'd heard from my parents that you really have to force your way up to the front sometimes because some of the people just want to talk about the wine and make friends with the vendors. I reached my hand over top of some people a few times before I started feeling like I was being unnecessarily rude and left to walk around until I found New Kent Winery.

When I eventually got to the booth Erin was working the cash register for people who wanted to buy wine. Fortunately for New Kent, theirs was one of the "most sellingest" booths (to quote what I told them after a few tastings).

I eventually made my way to several booths, joining a small group, usually a young couple, at each of them so it would be easier for us to get to the front once the previous group left the area. I chatted with some people and managed to spread New Kent's name around to various groups.

I won't go into much detail about the wines here except to say that New Kent's wines were the kinds of wines I was actually looking for...meaning that they were made out of grapes. Not blueberries, cranberries, apples, chili peppers, or pears.

There were some weird wines at the festival. Especially the one that tasted like I had bitten into an actual pepper. That was an experience. I got a sticker for drinking it.