Rich and I have been taking a wine tasting course. Tuesday night we had the most lovely Chardonnay I think I've ever had (2004 Chardonnay Max Reserva Errazuriz, Casablanca Valley, Chile).
We're still working on refining our fruit identification skills a bit. Other people in the class seem to be able to pick out flavours like bell pepper, asparagus, celery, cinnamon, nutmeg and plum in their wine, while I often still think "it tastes like wine" Ah, never mind it will come. Except that lovely chardonnay. It tasted smokey and of fiddleheads and of cozy fall afternoons of being curled by reading by the fire with the rain falling and leaves blowing outside. Ahhhhh...lovely...
I'm actually going to a wine making class tonight at the library! (I wonder if this is where all the hip ministers are.) Well, I hope to go. I haven't registered yet. But, I mean, they can't not let me come- it's the library for pete's sake. It's like the church right? They can't turn anyone away from the potential joy of making one's own wine? It would be a library sin.
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