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“Do not search in a wine for the reflection of an exact science. The formulas of scientific oenology are only thin competitions which know how to respect the mysteries of eternal creation.”
- Jacques Perrin, Chateau BeaucastEL, Chateauneuf-du-Pape
I am not a whine-y
I am a demon. I sit atop your left shoulder, whispering subversive sweet-nothings, which grate against the gourmet establishment’s grain. I can guide all your gustatory pleasures, remaining reverent of traditions, yet still a bit naughty, unwilling to take anything from any source too seriously.
Historic precedent justifies the popularity of extensive whine-y talk where ever it exists. Talk of feasts and fêtes, science, principles, blah, blah from the aspirers to prestige; the pretenders to a certain savoir faire. But frankly, hang all that. I refuse to over-analyze and prefer to have fun. And I think the best state in which to approach my decadent world is a little tipsy. So pick up a glass and read on…
My appreciation of wine (and of spirits too) mirrors many bright-eyed manic desires… a lust for something unknown - that I need to know better, or something familiar - soothing to remember.
I dare you to be good to yourself. Slurp and swallow; dive into the metaphorical goblet. Here it is. Welcome.