Mythique


This post is about one of the finer things of life and that is wine. Wine, itself, is enigmatic, even to people who don't like drinking much of it. But I am one of them who loves it when it blooms on the taste buds with its myriad flavours, awakening the senses (only good wines do that).
As a high school student I wanted to be a wine-taster at Napa Valley, it was triggered off by the new version of the movie the Parent-Trap. The Californian vineyard had singularly held my attention throughout the film.
Over a period of time I gathered information on the types of wines and the different countries that make a good one. French wine obviously is numero uno followed by Italian, German, South African, so on and so forth. Although Europeans do not consider american wines to be very good Robert Mondavi surely begs to differ.
French red and white grape varieties are certianly the most well known, like chenin blanc, cabernet sauvignon and chardonnay. India has tried replicating these wine varieties in its southern parts, thanks to Grovers and Chateau Indage but Sula Vineyards make the best Indian wines.
So coming back to my story, back in college the only decent wines we could afford(collectively) was a cabernet sauvignon by grovers and we drank it in our coffee mugs, with dim lights and a tarot card spread. I have to say we have come a long way since then and had the opportunity to drink some of the finest wines in the world.
I am not too fond of red as they are more full-bodied and robust for my taste but last evening we picked up a bottle from the mall and I have to say its one of best reds I have ever tasted.
Its french of course, La Cuvee Mythique 2006 with 30% Syrah and 25% Grenache Noir grapes. And guess what, someone has already posted a blog on this wine, it's true that every time you pick up a bottle from the supermarket you think it's too inexpensive(8 euros) to be excellent but this one is EXCELLENT, it has hints of dark chocolate and spice, its not too sweet and not too dry. Great to drink with cheese and duck and lamb chops.
So anyone who is looking to gift a bottle of good wine try this one but it is certainly more rewarding if you buy it for yourself and sip it with some extravagance. It can transport you to places you have not been.

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