Wine-tasting: Still utter nonsense
Nov. 10th, 2015 10:43 amAnd a more detailed article.
Sometimes I'm actively relieved that all wine tastes overwhelmingly acrid to me. It means I don't have a horse in this race, and can continue to have awfully pedestrian tastes without worrying about pseudo-random snobbery.
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Date: 2015-11-10 05:19 pm (UTC)As a junior RAF officer I was once living in an Army officers' mess (Bordon, which served the Army garrison and the nearby RAF satcoms base at Oakhanger). The colonel in charge of the mess was looking for volunteers for the mess committee and asked me if I'd like to be the wines member, responsible for ensuring we had suitable wines for formal functions.
"Thank you sir," I said, "but I have to admit that I can only tell red wine from white half the time with my eyes closed."
"Good," he said, "the last wines member was Captain X, who was a complete wine snob, and spent a fortune on stuff nobody else liked. I just want us to have a nice drinkable red and white for dining-in nights, do you think you can manage that?"
I said that I could, got the job, and did a bulk buy of Jacob's Creek. Nobody complained, the colonel was happy, and I was able to get on my ulterior plan of getting real ale from the nearby Hogs Back Brewery into the mess bar.
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Date: 2015-11-10 10:30 pm (UTC)(Unless I share their elitist ideas, obviously.)