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Wine Tasting

Introduction

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The Cabernet Sauvignon grape

Not much point to it, if all one is ever going to do is to write and read about wine.   And, as you will see below, not much point to it either if one's just going to glug the stuff with hardly a moment's reflection.  With this section, I hope to entice you into really tasting the wine in your glass—possibly for the first time ever.

I'm not being haughty or sarcastic.  I have been drinking wine for years and years; I never just sloshed it down.  But it is only recently that I have learnt to properly appreciate what is in my glass.  It is surprising how little it takes.

To keep me on my toes—and because it's a fun thing to do!—I run a tasting group for those, who, like me, discovered that it makes all the difference in the world when one puts a little bit of effort into getting to know what is in one's glass.  If these pages might persuade you to give it a go, we'd be very happy to have you join us!

 

Wine Tasting Basics

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Anything can be as simple or as complicated as you wish it to be.   It's true.  If, for example, you are to know only one thing about relativity theory, you should know that it destroys the notion of time as an absolute: what is "now" for me is not "now" for a bug-eyed alien kid whizzing by on a comet.  Depending on how fast the kid's racing with respect to me, its "now" may already have happened, or might still be to come.  It's true.

I'm sure you didn't visit these pages for my hit-and-run amateur physics or other notions of the world, though opinions are a dime a dozen in this space, I fear.  The principle holds true, nonetheless: anything can be as simple or as complicated as you wish it to be.

This is the simple introduction to wine tasting.  No knowledge of relativity theory or quantum physics required.

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Another Man's Poison

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Who on Earth buys French wine?

Boyfriend and I were sitting on the balcony in the late afternoon sun, overlooking the bay.  Dublin Bay.  It does happen.  I was trying a glass of Château Beau-Site, an affordable Saint-Estèphe, for this fortnight's recommendations.  Boyfriend was having a Coke—he doesn't particularly like Bordeaux.  But it wasn't he, venting a bias; the question was mine.

Which is a tad ironic, as I have more Bordeaux to my name than I can lay claim to all of the New World combined.  Doubly ironic, as I was thinking of Bordeaux and Burgundy—I can actually see the mythical man in the street opening a bottle of wine from the Southern Rhône or the Languedoc without being sorely disappointed.

So I'm bashing Bordeaux and Burgundy, right?  Most things French?  Or the man in the street, perhaps?  There certainly are a number of them that might be improved for it.

Actually, it's the Australians I have it in for.

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