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I brought the last of it home and made a tasting video about the experience only to discover that I had an issue with the microphone. Dammit.
You know Maine, the land of pine needles, lobsters, clams, and rocky beaches? But wine?!?
The first seminar I attended was all about Pinot Noir. There were ten for us to taste and it was hosted by two Master Sommeliers and the winemakers. Was I in heaven or what.
I looked at the large tumbler filled with ice cubes and White Zinfandel fresh out of the box. It was topped with a colorful bendy straw. I sighed. Surely there had to be more to wine than this.
I, for one, went from "annoyed" to pissed. I don't know who did the editing/abridging, but I'd bet my firstborn that it wasn't Rex Pickett. Sorry, Zach! That was figurative.
I'm originally from the outskirts of Philadelphia, and I'm horrified at the wimp I've become.
It's spring, and as we cruise into summer, I'm already starting to taste my favorite summer wines. That would be, of course, Rosés!
While there are individual bad wines out there - and goodness knows I've sampled my fair share of vinous dreck - modern technology, coupled with the love and passion of the wine grower and wine maker, ensure that in whatever world we prefer, the wines are going to be good.
But, as you can probably guess, after a weekend with the grandkids where I did not drink much, I looked forward to having this at home with my feet up and the TV going. Perfect.
When the wine does not have the characteristics that you have come to expect from that varietal then there truly is a Great Disturbance in the Force.