Yay! A buttery Chardonnay to neutralize my imminent mommy meltdown. Pairing La Crema's subtle apple notes with a whine from a child who didn't fall from the ol' tree. "You never buy us anything," was the all too familiar groan heard today. Felt pretty guilty until a sip of this oaky flavor reminded me, "I said the same shit when I was a kid." La Crema, Chardonnay, your bottle may be empty but the corner of untouched toys from Christmas isn't. Conscience clear.