I
used to write – a tiny bit – about wine.
But
my husband is under strict orders not to tell anyone … because then wine snobs
(there are always some) will want to debate/compete.
Here’s
a dirty secret: When people taste
wine blind, they tend to like the cheaper wines a little better than the more
expensive ones.
I
liked the wine professionals I met. One demonstrated to me the difference
between “old world” and “new world” wine styles. If you taste a French white
wine by itself, say a chardonnay, which is called a Burgundy (after its region
rather than its grape varietal, because it’s French), it will taste thin. A California
chardonnay, drunk alone, will taste better. But put some salt on your tongue
and the French wine will taste a lot better. That’s because French wines are
meant to be drunk with food, while California wines are meant to be what the
wine person called “a cocktail-party wine,” often drunk alone.
Sommeliers
told me the cheapest wines on their lists don’t sell because no one will order
them. If they find a great deal, they often have to raise its price to sell it.
That’s why I like a pal of mine who, with a great flourish, will tell a waiter,
“Bring me a glass of your cheapest chardonnay!”
One
wine guy told me syrah (or shiraz) wines – syrah is a red grape varietal grown
mostly in Australia – are always good, though cheap.
I
discovered vinho verdes at a Portuguese restaurant. These “green” or “young
wines” have a slight sparkle, taste like the wine version of beer and cost $4 a
bottle at my Kroger.
Which
is where I search the lowest shelves (cheapest wines) for funny names and
labels.
Because,
really, most wines are just fine.
The prestige and pricing of wine and fine art are both odd and kind of beside the point. Aren't we just supposed to enjoy these things?
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