Today was a particularly warm March day and it was utterly glorious. I rather inappropriately wore a comfortable maxi dress to work (suited it up with a blazer) and revelled in walking around the city and my neighbourhood running errands after. It reminded me of the brilliant drink I learnt of this summer, and made me crave it.
See, over the Christmas break, S and I decided to try out a little wine bar near our house for a relaxed date night.
And this wine bar, otherwise known as THAT BRILLIANT PLACE, had jugs of nectar on their specials board.
NECTAR OF THE HEAVENS.
ARE YOU UNDERSTANDING ME?
So simple, so good, and I can't believe I'd never thought of it:
Moscato laced with limes and their juice, served over ice in large red wine glasses.
Somehow, the combination is just electric - the sweetness of the moscato and its just right amount of bubbles, the tropical lime taste tempering the sweetness, the ice making it gushingly, oh so summer-quenching cold, and all that smoothness washing down from a large bulbous glass down your throat.
And far be it for ME to hold back this amazing secret - instead, I SHARE my knowledge with you.
In the vain hope that if you have me over, you'll have a jug of said goodness ready for me, of course.