Lynn and I got sent a great pair of Argentinian wines recently from The Alamos vineyard. The white, Torrontes, one of Argentina's signature white varietal gave us a sense of the fade of summer and the approach of Indian Summer. As odd as it may sound, to us, the idea of Indian Summer is more primal, mysterious and sensual than the idea of fall. The white tasted like all of the memories of summer filtered through some kind of film. Actually, the wine reminded me of the Burt Lancaster film The Swimmer where Lancaster swum pool to pool across the Connecticut suburbs to try to get back to his home. There is something bittersweat and melancholic about this white that seemed perfect for late September.
