I really just want to learn about wine, but I can’t do that if I’m not drinking it with at least a little bit of frequency. My local bars don’t serve the best cuvees, but I have access to all the restaurants, wine bars, etc a girl could desire. Not to mention, all the wine stores, like Blackwell’s down the street from my home. San Francisco practically spoils me with the plethora of options and I need to take advantage.
It may be time for me to drop whiskey and Magner’s–my favorite cider–in favor of oenology. Drinking the same shit every day, just because it’s deemed “cool” and masculine is pretty lame. But I do it, even though I barely like whiskey. For some reason, people are impressed when a “little” girl like me can knock back a full shot, no chaser. Country songs have popularized the consumption of whiskey and tequila. And hip-hop and rap have popularized Chandon and other fancy drinks.
It’s utterly confusing when you have no idea what is going on with wine. I don’t know anything, except that I don’t like the tannic quality of Cabernet and that I do like Pinot Noir and Rose. I’m getting used to the flavors of a few different white wines as well, but I don’t know which ones I like, yet. Part of my problem is that the minutiae are a little lost on me. I used to think I was pretty good at recognizing different flavors and scents. Apparently, I’ve lost that talent… Or never had it in the first place. I know it’s a build-able aspect in my repertoire. Especially since I’m in love with a bartender and I work with some of the most knowledgeable winos in the business. Oh wait, I also harbor an affection for wine, same as most people who drink.
(I want these socks!)