Tasting Notes

Let’s prattle about “house wine” at restaurants. The entire concept means well, but you can’t argue that it’s done irreversible damage to us as a society. Its reputation blows - when has “the house white” ever been anything other than a catch-all term for whatever bogus juice the joint didn’t mind serving at a discounted price? Since when was it so good that one sip made you want to hop up on the table and dance? OK, well, maybe you might do that anyway after enough glasses, but my point still stands. To me, house wine should be something reliably easy that pairs well with a lot of different noshes, and also, something I’d actually keep around at my own house. Hence, house wine. If you need a white that won’t frustrate you to tears, Las Jaras Waves just works. There’s a light peachiness about it, fragrant with citrusy honeysuckle, and this dude’s not too tart or funkadelic by any means. It’s actually perfect for pouring in a glass, hiding the evidence, and passing it off as an elite bottled masterpiece blend to any wine snobs you know. Afterwards, reveal that it’s from a flimsy little can decorated with rainbow holographic squiggles and revel in the collective gasps/screams. The calamity! That’s it - your new “house white.”