I’m sitting here having a fairly decent California Cab - got inspired after today’s Cab thread - and had some leftover Chianti from last night sitting on the counter. My wife comes home from a school meeting regarding my errant son, and said immediately, “I need a drink”. I fully understand. Kids these days.
So I pour her the Chianti, secretely keeping the Cab to myself, and she says with an ugly face on:
"Tastes like Church wine".
I have no idea what that means, but this Chianti is rather lean and ascetic with a hint of mothball. She may have nailed it.
She cracks me up. Always. I call them Chrisyisms. Her name is Chris, of course.
This is music, not wine, but sometimes I’ve commented on dull “lifestyle jazz” type music that it sounds like something you would hear while you are on hold.
…and of course this one on Cellar Tracker describing the 1989 Prieure Lichine
Red Bordeaux Blend
Options8/9/2012 - BASQUEY WROTE: NR
Like the transient, transcendent beauty of the Iguazu falls; the stunning power of the almost alien Dettifoss; And the clay chalk bite of the Jim Jim, this wine also joins the ranks of those waterfalls, except the only similarity is that it is falling liquid over rock, and by falling I mean it HAS fallen. And by rock I mean its taste on the palate. Definitely fallen over, into what appears to be a floating barn. Maybe it’ll survive the fall and start swimming again? Maybe, maybe. Maybe one day you’ll rise up out of this body and take flight as the Cosmic Human? Maybe. Maybe one day you’ll fall over. Think about that.