"Romans don't drink red wine in the summer, especially on a 101 degree afternoon," my professor snapped at me after I placed my order for a Tuscan red in a trattoria outside of Tivoli.
"So. I'm not Roman..." I muttered in response, and waited for my wine order to arrive.
I placed the '10 Seyval Blanc in my refrigerator a couple of days ago in anticipation of opening it alongside a July 4th dinner of sweet corn from north Missouri and a caprese salad sandwich made with awesome heirloom tomatoes and basil from the yard. I took it out, the bottle all beaded in sweat, and I never opened it. I'll never drink a whole bottle of a white wine, so I'll keep it cool until that rare occasion when I have a houseguest who "cannot possibly" drink a room temperature dry red while in my unairconditioned house. Anyway, Missouri Vignoles is highly regarded, and the other whites produced here have much more character than the plonk coming out of bulk wine producers worldwide. It's summer, the time of year when the Romans drink whites. Try some of Missouri's.