I’m losing my ability
and/or desire to analyze
the wines that I drink.
I just want to hug them.
This one’s eyeballs
are bulging out because
I’m hugging it so tightly.
When I first sip a French
blend, my hope is that it
tastes like WINE. Not
THIS or THAT, just WINE.
(See “musing” below.)
None of the fire-breathing
volatiles of a Spanish
Garnacha and only a
smidgen of the Syrah pepper.
Something magical produced
after the wedding.
This one is light enough
for me and it looks like
there is no oak.
http://tedwardwines.com/tech-sheet/clovis-cotes-du-rhone
Lunch today was
finely diced golden?
potatoes fried on an
antique cast iron
griddle with SmartBalance,
salt and pepper.
I decided to cook the
potatoes AFTER I picked
the wine.
Somehow I knew that
this WOULD BE
PERFECT.
It was.
Now, as I take my last
few sips for the day,
I MIGHT BE tasting some
pepper.
Tannins too, from the
skins, I ASSUME.
I will never LEARN
this stuff.
My lot in life is
to be in a state of
bewildered ignorance
whenever I take the
first sip of wine.
It SEEMS blissful.
The Syrah has me
wondering…
Can I afford Condrieu?
What is the most
diluted (by white wine)
form of Syrah out there?
Are there ANY Syrahs
that aren’t peppery?
I REALLY ENJOYED
this one.
Story Time…
Vino 100 used to have
“wine tastings”
(with cheese)
on Friday afternoons.
Thank you Michael and
greetings Chad.
On one “special” occasion,
Thrace Bromberger was
there promoting her
GustavoThrace wines.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gustavo_Brambila
I was there “early”
and got the chance to
abuse her with questions.
“Boss”: What’s up?
ME: It’s 3pm on Friday,
I have to leave.
“B”: Where are you going?
ME: Vino 100.
“B”: I want to be a consultant.
ME: OK, then. Shut up and listen.
TO SOMETHING.
She was a lawyer or
SOMETHING with a kid
in little league baseball.
Gustavo had a kid on
the same team.
They met at a game
and she convinced him
to be the brains
behind a private
label/brand of wine
while she handled
the business and marketing
end.
Everything was “contracted
out” except the actual
blending of the grapes
and winemaking.
She said that he could
just smell the “stuff”
and KNOW whether it
was going to become
WINE or NOT.
“Bottle Shock” is a
must-see movie for any
wine lover.
ESPECIALLY
THOSE
THAT
AREN’T
FAMILIAR
WITH
CHARDONNAY
ADAM
And while I was
groping for my
map and flashlight,
I came upon this…
Enough of THAT
intellectual nonsense,
this is how WINE is
supposed to work…
Knock Knock.
Whose there?
Orange.
Orange Who?
Orange you glad
the sockets aren’t
labeled LEFT and RIGHT?
But, but, but…
What about THIS wine?
Only this…
MORE STORY TIME…
When I was a
tender, young, live-at-
home-college-student,
my father “observed” that
I “had no ambition”.
I remember rejoicing
to my neighbor as
we sped away on my
motorcycle on route
to the nearest bar,
that I did in fact
have ambition.
I wanted to pull the
tab on every beer can
I could find.
Luckily, I failed.
We learn from our
failures.
Now I just want to
know WINE when I
drink it.
How hard is that?
It depends upon
which Romanian
gymnast we have to
compete against.
(just search for “wine”)
True or False?
All FINE wine drinkers
enjoy life.
Send me your answer
after you have
surveyed 80% of the
potential survey
participants.
Or GET this wine and
skew the statistics
a bit.
Day Two…
Obviously, I had way
too much fun drinking
this wine on Day One.
Not much left for today.
I’m still impressed.
This STYLE of Rhone
area wine should be
near the center of
my taste preference target.
Near the lighter
Sangiovese wines.
I’m still daydreaming
about Syrah.
https://winefolly.com/review/northern-rhone-wine-french-syrah/
It’s a good thing
this cat has the
attendant extra plays
because the
caution-abandoning
curiosity
may cause me to drown
in my own drool.
Certainly there is
SOMEONE in the Northern
Valley that treats
her grapes with
dignity and respect.
Hang in there.
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