F-ing delightful, Pegasus, take me away. Well first let the Pegasus catch its breath (aka let the vino breath), then hop on. Smells a little earthy as a winged horse is want to be, but take sip and the steed takes flight. Fly through hella raspberry…orchards? Descend enough to grab those and some cherries fresh off the tree then accelerate through a tunnel of (politefully chill) oak barrels and chill. Oh! But this flight didn’t have turbulence rather (abandoning metaphor) it is supes silky but while it punches with fruit and pepper it then smooths itself across your tongue like a lace tablecloth. Aka achieves smoothness with texture and the flavors and sensations seem to pop all over my tongue prior to my hopping on my metaphorical pegasus who is (describing the finish) descending into a cherry orchard (not just cause I’m doing a stage reading of Chekhov’s “Cherry Orchard” soon) and lovingly (as lovingly as a creature with wings and hooves can) sending me to find my way back through the barrels to who knows? It’s like I’m Alice in Wrinkle in Time-land. Cool Pinot from NZ I’d like to take another flight on a different Pegasus Air line. Just to see. — 3 years ago
Fun things: it looks, smells, and tastes richhhhhh but it has a dry-wine ease about it and isn’t expensive. This is the affordable athleisure of wine. Smooth, chic, and a rich shade of gold plus the aromas (honeysuckle, dried apricot, the blood of happiness) and then an ever so slight mineral-moss-mushroom zip glides within and you think this may overpower you with regal rule but it is (barely) dry and slurpable keeping it casual. So yeah affordable athleisure in a bottle. Rubs your shoulders like a shroom-trip love that means all it does in the moment and that’s all it needs to. It’s just wine. That’s all it needs to be because it rocks. — 3 years ago
You know that meme with the dog drinking coffee as hellfire burns round him and he insists to himself “this is fine”?
This really is fine. It tastes like wine. Like Sauvignon Blanc, even, with some slightly floral notes backing up lime and a freshly mowed lawn. It’s not the wine that invokes the image of flames.
It’s the bullshit marketing of calling this “Fitvine” that conjures flames in my psyche. Like…a Sauvignon Blanc with very little residual sugar isn’t that wild a proposition. So…I dunno it’s like sticking a label on an apple that says “vegan”. I am also curious about what the website calls the “proprietary process” that “takes out tannins, sugars, and histamines”…and they are proud of how heartily they filter.
Anyone remember Snackwells? The treats claiming to be a healthy alternative because they were fat free? When in reality the processing necessary and sugars added made them as bad if not worse for you than a single homemade chocolate chip cookie, especially as the “guilt free” aspect led many to eat the full box? Remember that?
I hereby call this brand the Snackwells of wine.
It’s fine. I guess. — 3 years ago
Ellen Clifford
It’s good champers, what else to say? Well plenty—I like a rich bubbly. The bready notes take a back seat to fruit n cream, and there is an interesting bit of...well when I first smelled it I thought...”Ricola”? Something herbal and sure to soothe the throat. — 3 years ago