My First Ménage à Trois

At a book club hosted by the local library, I listened to a fifty-year-old woman across the table tell the story of her mother opening a Christmas gift–a bottle of Ménage à Trois wine. She couldn’t believe someone would give that gift to her mother. She said, “Mom doesn’t even know what that means.”

I didn’t get the impression that this woman translated the title of the wine for her mother. It was as if she kept the dirty little secret to herself. She opted to carry the burden of being offended and let her mother unknowingly drink porn.

That was late December. In February, when it came time to celebrate Valentine’s, I thought of that story and decided to bring home a bottle of porn to my husband, Michael. My requirements for buying wine usually involve price (under $20), name (must be memorable or quirky), and bottle appearance (must be lovely enough to display on a shelf). Ménage à Trois Zinfandel met all those requirements.

Red wine and I have a history of starting slow with a few sips–a few bitter sips–and then moving quickly to yep, that’s good, pour me more to can we order another bottle? The Ménage à Trois Zinfandel tasted smooth, not bitter at all. It didn’t need to grow on me. I liked it instantly. The same way I knew I liked Michael when I met him in 1996.

Michael and I clanked glasses. I said, “This is as close as I will get to a threesome.” I laughed.

Just like that, you're in love.

Just like that, you’re in love.

The Ménage à Trois Zinfandel label says, “Zinfandel wraps you up in a velvety embrace, a dark berry and toasted vanilla fragrance draws you closer, until your lips meet its rich, ripe juicy flavors. Just like that, you’re in love.”

So, yeah, the company capitalizes on using sex to market its wines. But maybe the name didn’t start there. Maybe the name started with thinking about the ingredients in the wine.

Imagine the creators from Trinchero Estates sitting on stools in the winery, brainstorming names for their new line. Carissa Trinchero sips from her glass and says, “You know, I love how the berry, vanilla, and old vine grapes are the perfect threesome.”

See? She’s commenting on how the flavors are so compatible.

And Cliff Trinchero says, “Threesome. You’re funny.”

Does every man dwell on this fantasy?

“A threesome!” Carissa says. “That’s perfect. But it doesn’t sound as good as, say, what’s that French term?”

“Ménage à trois?”

“Yes. Yes. That’s our name.”

At a website dedicated to helping people learn more about wine, one writer said, “Ménage à Trois may offend wine snobs and sensitive types, but its irreverent attitude and well-priced wines clearly appeal to the entry-level consumer who doesn’t take wine too seriously.”

I think I fit this demographic very well.

Michael and I sipped our zinfandel, cooking supper and feeling happy to be in our warm house while winter blew outside. I moved to my, can we order another bottle phase after the first glass. Yep, “just like that” I was hooked on this wine.

While the pasta boiled we snacked on fancy cheese. I cut a block of chocolate into squares, not feeling a bit guilty about eating dessert first. I gave him my Valentine’s card. All of these things made a blend of simple gestures to celebrate being married to my best friend.

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4 thoughts on “My First Ménage à Trois

  1. Great photo! Lovely celebratory feast! Now I suddenly want a lovely glass of it! I’ve had several of those cleverly named wines, and I do believe my favorite was Murder on My Mind. (Which it never is, but still, cheeky!)

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  2. Pingback: B is for Chocolate | abundance in the boondocks

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