I love wine. You all know this. I also love frozen bevs. Coffee, daiquiris, snoballs, etc. So, it should come as no surprise that when my sister Pachomp asked if I wanted to try FROZEN WINE that I squealed out a resounding EEEEEEEEE! and off we skipped to enjoy a magical, mystical frozen rose.

It actually looked pretty delicious as I poured it out into the large red wine glass. It was frozen and made the glass frosty. Yummmm. My mouth watered. First sip, I chomped down on something crunchy. That didn't seem right. I swirled it around and noticed some settling at the bottom of my glass. It looked like sugar. I guess the wine had been frozen long enough to crystallize the tartaric acid from the grape. It ruined the experience for me. It doesn't appear to have bothered the taste of the wine, but who wants unnecessarily crunchy wine? I mean, outside of the frozen part... um.  Anyway, my sister is still drinking hers and insists 1. that the crystals do not bother her and 2. the other bags of frozen rose she's had (again: THE OTHER BAGS OF FROZEN ROSE SHE HAS HAD) have been delicious. I could be convinced to try again. Most likely if I'm already drunk off something else and there is literally nothing else to drink. On the planet.

Anyway, my melting glass of frozen rose sits to my left, basically untouched. I won't count this as a strike against Grape Ranch. In fact, Pachomp and I are about to tear into a bottle of their Country Red.

Wish us smooth sailing.