Tonight’s wine tasting party was “Drink Your Words, Part One,” specifically focusing on the concepts of dry/sweet and acidic/not-so-acidic. We all crammed into Karla’s kitchen in her apartment in the third floor of a Cleveland Heights house and proceeded to taste. Dry/sweet was illustrated by a dry reisling and a sweet reisling, and the high and low acid contrast by two different sauvignon blancs. Everyone liked the reislings, especially the sweet one, and (to my dismay) most people made fun of/did not enjoy the sauvignon blancs, which were accused of smelling “like feet.” Granted, the acidic sauvignon blancs can smell rather diesely, and they do take a bit of getting used to, but they really weren’t as bad as people made them out to be. Really, they were quite enjoyable — but then again I have been drinking a lot of sauvignon blancs lately, so I am used to them, and we definitely did not have the right munchies to make them “wow” people.
But we all had a good time drinking wine, playing with the molten brie, and chattering about embarassing stories and the disturbing and bizarre fates of people we’d once known, so it was all fine. Being super tired and tipsy at the same time made me extra goofy, but I only had my talking privileges taken away twice, so I think I did okay overall.
- Mood:drunk
- Music:John Williams - “Ben Kenobi’s Death / TIE Fighter Attack”
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The acidic sauvignon blancs were being tasted to learn about “crisp” wine.
Mike, I think you’re taking people’s responses to the wine a little personally
I tried a tiny bit of the low-acid Sauvignon Blanc with dinner last night, and with chicken and pasta, it was much better. I knew it couldn’t be as bad as it seemed, so I’m willing to give the high acid one a little credit, but I probably wouldn’t buy it. You can also bear in mind that you were the one who referred to “sucking on the back of a bus”, and that Mandy was the only one who kept shouting “Feet!”
No, I’m not taking it personally, I just thought it was a funny phrase, and I’ve kind of latched onto it now that I have completely run “shock and awe” into the ground. I do remember calling it “diesely,” but I’m afraid I don’t recall saying it was like “sucking on the back of a bus.” The former I would not mind in a wine, the latter would be… uh… problematic.
(Though I do recall getting a bit further on the spectrum of tipsiness than I had planned, so you have to assume that at least 75% of anything I said that night or remember about it now is probably complete and total bullshit.)
(How’s that for defensiveness? *grin*)