After polishing off our holiday lights limo ride and its champagne treat, we returned home and broke out the Beaujolais–this one a 2012, I think, but perhaps a 2011…I forgot to note its year.  This  was rich and cherry flavored, with a little bit of a tangy aftertaste, and we enjoyed about a glass each while our Christmas Eve dinner finished cooking in the oven.  What can I say…I do like the cheery labeling?

Georges Duboeuf 2012 Nouveau, Beaujolais, France.

I know it’s a favorite of my father’s, and others of his generation.  Not sure but I believe my mother, godparents, and others are similarly enamored with the Beaujolais.  I will likely pass in the future.  Certainly there will be fans but I’m not really one and this world has too many great wines in it for any of us to muddle on less-than-wholly pleased by a particular varietal!