Sometimes I cringe when I think about the stuff I used to drink in college. I hated beer, so I tended toward sickly-sweet malt beverages. At one point I could pretty much blind-taste Skyy Blue, Smirnoff Ice, Citron and other disgusting descendants of Zima.
Or I’d share huge bottles of low-end pinot grigio with roommates. (I said bottles, not boxes.) On special occasions, it was festively cheap Ballatore Red Spumante. Don’t you judge me.
Anyway, we all grow up. Now, 10 years of wine discovery later, I’m a proud new member of Mumm Napa Winery’s Club Vivant, thanks to one kickass husband who knew there wasn’t a much better birthday gift than quarterly shipments of sparkling wine. Mumm Napa was one of our favorite stops on our 2010 visit; it’s high on our list for the trip we’ve planned this fall, and their DVX is 100 percent ridiculous.
I bet 21-year-old Leeanne is jealous.