Monday, May 19, 2008

it's a cheeky little chardonnay with no breeding but I think you'll be amused by its presumption

Title from a vaguely remembered New Yorker cartoon.

Tonight we drank an "Australian Shiraz" given to us by the kindly 80 year old matron of what my sister calls the "Pastel Palace" B&B where we have been staying. It's a home-made wine, and like obnoxious assholes, we stuck our noses in our Mason jars, sniffed deeply, and pronounced:

"freezer burn"
"cheap orange popsicle"
"chicken poop"
"transmission fluid on hot asphalt"
"burnt spaghetti sauce"
"overripe bananas"

And to balance all that out, we have the more tender observations:

"smooth tannins"*


"smells like a headache"**

A few days in Victoria and we're all drunk on rhododendrons.

* my father said, gently tapping my wrist
** my brother said, who only three days ago, when shopping with me for wine, lifted a bottle and asked mechanically, "will this one make us barf tomorrow?"


At May 19, 2008 1:41 a.m., Blogger gord said...

So close, yet so far......

At May 19, 2008 9:09 a.m., Blogger Jonathan said...

We made home made wine a while ago. I love the descriptions your family gave your wine - brought back memories of ours.

It's weird though - we got used to it in the end.


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