I have learned something new about myself. I love exotic cheeses and do not like fine wine. I went to this odd wine tasting event at the local art museum tonight. There were wineries from the finest of Italy and California and Oregon. We went from table to table pretending to describe each wine with a debonair vocabulary of finely aged adjectives.
A pinot noir that was berry-light, soft and velvety. A rose with a spirited sparkle to freshen the pallet. I played a game – tried to get each winery host or hostess to describe the nuances of this wine versus that wine. The funniest was describing the difference between two merlots. One had a gilded lift to it where the other was earthy and lusty. They all actually tasted – well - inadequate and overbearing to me. (That’s an adjective joke in case you didn’t catch it.) Give me a good ole Arbor Mist…..sort of a Hawaiian Punch with a kick to it. I know – I know – it is full of corn starch and food coloring….but it provides the same light-headed buzz for a lot less.
The cost of these bottles – shew….
I did learn that a reserve wine means it has been aged in the barrel and the bottle longer.
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Well...you learned about "reserved" and you learned about "yourself." But never in the same sentence, I'm sure. :)
Very funny christy girl You are right...I am not, and never will be, reserved.
You and my Dad would get along just fine drinking wine - he says if it's cheap and make you feel good it's good wine.....
very funny...I don't care for wines either....don't have a funny adjective phrase..but I enjoyed reading about your adventrue..:)
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