What does the phrase "Reckless Love" trigger for you?
Perhaps it strings out memories of the time you made out with your TA in the anthropology section of the library (you both tasted like PB crackers), or when you stayed up until 6am in a Myrtle Beach lifeguard chair with an unexpectedly suave co-worker, an experience that left you hungover and with a bed full o' sand. OR maybe it's when you drove 500+ miles just to spend a few days in Super 8 with your lover, sustaining yourself off lobby coffee and vending machine Milanos. These are all hypothetical.
My buds over at Rebel Coast winery have bottled this feeling and put it into the kind of wine that makes you want to dance on a tabletop with your finger pointed at the bartender shouting, "MINE." It's sexy, smooth, and easy to drink—exactly the kind of thing when you need the confidence to spin the moves on someone who makes you feel as though butterflies are giving birth in your stomach.
SPOILIES SPOILIES! Okay, not to sound like a broken record, but I drank this wine during (another) episode of Game of Thrones. I'll defend this by saying A) GoT can be EXTREMELY stressful, and having a bottle of wine to get you through the possible second death of Jon Snow can be a lifesaver, and B) In between Jaime and Cersei's incestuous relationship and Tommen's dumdum maneuvers for the sake of his hot wife, Reckless Love epitomizes the show.
Reckless Love is the shit we do when we stop caring about what other people think and go for what we want. And if we need a glass of wine to get there, then so be it. At least it tastes like the inside of a raspberry poptart.
On the nose, Reckless Love is gentle, akin to the smell of dark chocolate and red fruit. You take a sip, innocently thinking that you'll be in bed by 11pm. That's when it gets you; The medium bodied wine takes its top off and seduces your taste buds, combining the jammy flavors of your youth with the cranberry-flavored lust of puberty. And yet, it's so soft that you keep glugging away. You think, how can something so good be so bad??? Before you know it, you're sending a direct message via Instagram to your Venice Beach crush to let him know that you think he is a "hawtie" and maybe he'd like to "get tiki drinks, or something."
Reckless Love isn't Reckless Lust. It's emotionally-driven, heartfelt, and you're risking a painful morning. But IMHO, it's worth it.
What I drank: Reckless Love by Rebel Coast Winery. 50% Sonoma Cab and 50% Syrah.
Where it's from: The Sonoma Cab is from the Alexander Valley region, and the Syrah is from the seductive and sunny Paso Robles.
Where I drank it: First glass followed a bottle of Moscato with Lindsey on a hot summer night in Venice. Second glass came when we ventured out onto the beach to pair our vino with the crashing waves.
What it tasted like: A maroon, fleece blanket and raspberry fruit leather. Soft tannins, cranberry, and cherry on the palate, with a mellow finish.
When/Where to drink it: Ideal for evening picnics, backyard patios, and alongside cheese and meat plates. Great for small and casual gatherings with friends that you can see getting slightly out of hand. Maybe you're in cutoffs and you did it on purpose because you know _______ likes your legs. And you didn't shave because FUCK MALE STANDARDS. (w/e. you're reckless.)