I won’t name any names, but I recently spoke with a Master Sommelier whose lip actually curled (!!!) when talking about Paso Robles Cabs. Was that a sneer or what?!?
You would have seen the devolution of a quasi-professional tasting into little more than a greedy drink-fest.
As I used to tell my friends about my working as a barback, it was the hardest work I ever did for minimum wage in my life.
While the visit to Caesar’s was pretty horrific – in fact, I haven’t returned – the one jewel was the glass of Calera Pinot Noir which was presented to me to make up for all of the Wine Fubars they had committed.
Do you think I’m going to say bad things about a well-made example of my favorite varietal? I think not.
I’ve been fortunate enough to taste a Riesling that was nearly 30 years old, and it was glorious. A deep, rich gold with flavors of honey and octane. Delicious.
Since my years of spring chickenhood are far behind me, I decided to cap the “aging” time frame at about ten years. Seems reasonable.
Yours truly isn’t completely innocent of wine overspeak, by the way. I vaguely recall – in the pre website-getting-hacked days – describing a Pinotage as “pugilistic.”
After talking with a few folks and greeting old friends, the moment had arrived to taste the vodka. I don’t know how the others felt, but I was very excited!
The little girl in me will always feel that the male of the species has cooties.
Was it genuine respect, damning with faint praise, or was I being overly skeptical of the tone of Wine Enthusiast’s gushing press release? You tell me.
Jocularity aside, I was surprised at what I already knew, what I learned, and how I applied it in the final. I rock, frankly. And so I decided to celebrate.