Well known words taken from William Shakespeare’s play, Romeo and Juliet. Words that speak to the concept of a name… words, that when interpreted, declare that the importance – what matters – is what something is, rather than what it is called. Naturally I agree. Haha – and had you been at my house last night, sippin’ on libations, you would have appreciated the “is” rather than what it was called!
Nothing over the top… actually, my preferred low-key type of gathering. Just a lively group of friends, a well-seasoned pot of chili, buttered cornbread, some “get the mood right” music and, of course… wine.
Yes sir – don’t forget the wine! Over the course of the night, we managed to taste and critique 4 bottles. One of which was an absolute rose. Haha – and this rose, by any other name, would definitely smell as sweet!
The name: booty.
Seriously, that’s what we thought it was called. Each of us looking at the bottle, reading about this wine that stems from the Walla Walla Valley in Washington state and laughing hysterically because we think it’s called booty. What do you think happened next? Do I dare say? Hmmm… well… as we sipped, we just played around with the word. Bet you can’t even imagine how many jokes one can create with the word booty… trust me, we all had fun exercising our comedic talents! “Mmmmm, I sure do like this booty.” “Hey, can you come over here and give me some booty?” “Next time you come over, make sure you bring me some more booty.” “Humph, ain’t nothing like a glass full of booty!” On and on… so much so that all of that laughing brought on a headache! Grown folks, acting like children, eh?!
After we settled down, I was off to get my mac – gotta research this… because no one in their right mind is going to market booty in a bottle! Think about it… would you rather have a glass of booty, or beauty? You got it. Our wine, Buty, is pronounced: beauty. The key when pronouncing – make sure you put extra emphasis on the “youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu” and you won’t look like a ninny when requesting it at your favorite restaurant or wine bar.
Thanks to www.butywinery.com and a savvy friend’s dissection of a red circle on the label, with a sculptural depiction of the letters b-u-t-y… we were saved. Saved from our silliness! But the truth… even when we assumed the pronunciation to be booty, the taste was just as sweet – just as delicious – as when we realized our mistake.
Call it what you may — Buty is a true beauty! This blend of Syrah and Cabernet Sauvignon was rich, full-bodied, had a stop you in your tracks bouquet… and as my girl (who I deem to have an amazingly diverse palate) stated last night, no sticky-teethed tannins to get in the way. Here is the real truth — we were all sad to see the bottle of booty, I mean Buty empty. IT WAS THAT GOOD!
The debut of Buty on our table made for it very difficult for the other wines to stand out. Haha – poor other bottles. Buty was the super star! The other wines… they were enjoyable, yet when compared to Buty, we all found them to be meager in their performance. I was probably alone with this one, but the Ripasso Valpolicella was a very close second — that spicy black cherry treat immediately took me back to my summer visit to Italy. If you enjoy anise – a licorice/clove flavor, this is definitely for you!
The other two – a Coppala Malbec and Maipe Malbac – not enough body and way too oaky. Simply put — blah!
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