Time has flown and I can't believe I didn't write any more about the weekend.
The next day, we started at 10:00 am at Adelaida Cellars. Their grounds are lovely, as is the tasting room. Since we were a large group of 10 (and a loud group), we were taken into the back, into the racking room (I think that's the word for it... or cellar, or where the barrels were stacked).
Anyway, most of the Paso Robles wineries we visited only offered one, or at the most two, white wines, so I tried to pay particular attention to those.
I failed miserably. I didn't want to take obvious notes but I should have.
At Adelaida, I know I tasted the Vigonier. I tasted pineapple and maybe some citrus.
I didn't care for the reds and after the second one, I went to stretch out my back by leaning against a door jamb.
Next: Justin.
