
I’m on my way to the 1880’s, I mean Texas, on a Jet Blue flight for a quadrennial tradition of “The Winter Wine Olympics” where I visit my Aunt and Uncle to engage in a few days of watching the games, drinking wine, and inventing activities like the Nathan Chen Drinking Game.
I usually check out the wine selection on any flight mainly for a good laugh and rarely expect to be surprised to see anything but some generic Merlot or Cab and a Chard that likely tastes like a gas station apple pie.
Today I had to stare for several seconds, not believing what I was seeing: South African Chenin Blanc. What?????
I typically love Chenin. It’s one of my favorite white varietals. Although I do need to dive deeper into South African Chenin, as I usually drink safely in The Loite Valley.
So today, I was so excited and surprised, I decided to ignore it was 11am, and talk myself into the fact that it was Sunday so I could call it Brunch, and considering I was watching the Olympics on the seat back TV thus being on brand for the Wine Olympics, I ordered myself some Airplane Chenin.
For something that came out of a mini screw top bottle in an airplane that was stored in a baggie with some ice in a rolling beverage cart, it was leaps and bounds better than anything I’ve ever found on a flying metal bus or on many a house wine list for that matter.
This Chenin ain’t winning any awards, or isn’t some highly rated gem. It’s definitely “dumb,” meaning not complex. But I firmly believe there is a time and a place for good but dumb wine and an airplane is one of them.
There is a softness to the citrus-y and slightly tropical nose. It’s light and citrus-y on the palate. And that’s really it and I’m here for it.
Moral of the story: non- typical varietals are usually a better value when found by the glass or on an airplane. And wine is necessary when traveling to a state that is currently banning books, suppressing the vote, and limits the rights of women to make thier own healthcare decisions.






