Lacheteau Vouvray=Drinkable Happiness

As promised, here's my white wine post.
I love, love, love, love, love this white wine I've discovered at Trader Joe's, with the help of my wine guru Jason. It is, in his words, "delish." I don't believe in the application of that word to many things, especially since it is a stupid vernacular shortening of a word that, being only one syllable longer, shouldn't be shortened. But here it works, because the wine isn't delicious. Few things are truly delicious. Perfectly cooked risotto with black truffle shavings and sauteed proscuitto is one of those things; Bon Appetit's La Bete Noir (flourless chocolate cake) with homemade whipped cream and peak-season strawberries is another. This wine is not delicious. It is, however, delish; sassy, sweet, fruity and utterly drinkable. It's the kind of wine that makes you want to laugh out loud.
One of the most delightful things about this wine is that what you smell is what you get. Pear, apple, and a tiny hint of almond first hit your nose, and that's what first hits your mouth...and that's all that hits your mouth, plus a little bit of sweetness and a little bit of tartness. There's a certain kind of joy that comes from drinking wines that smell more, or less, full than they taste; or when you smell chocolate and taste leather, or vice versa. But there's another kind of joy that comes from smelling and tasting the same thing; it's a joy of harmony and simplicity, one that doesn't take a sophisticated palate to understand. That's how Lacheteau Vouvray is. And that, in my mind, is what makes a good white wine.