Some discussions recently brought this to mind. It's an excerpt from "I Taste Red" (thanks to bularry for suggesting it. Highly recommended to anyone interested in digging a bit deeper into wine, taste and why we like what we like).
This is from the beginning of Chapter 5 "Individual Differences in Flavor Perception"
This is an extreme example, but I think we all run into both of these people (I may actually be one of them from time to time ) And really I think they're both missing out on much to enjoy in wine.
Thoughts?
This is from the beginning of Chapter 5 "Individual Differences in Flavor Perception"
Quote:
Consider this scenario: two wine critics walk into a bar offering "natural" wines, made using natural fermentation, with little intervention in the winemaking process. The first, a pugnacious middle-aged guy, snatches the list from the bartender, scans it briefly, and passes it to the second, a placid but determined looking younger woman. "I cannot believe you can drink any of this poison," he says. "it is just filthy. A complete joke. The emperor has no clothes." Her eyes rise to heaven for a moment, but he fails to spot the gesture because he is busy rooting around in his bag for a bottle he has brought along. "Let me pick something that might surprise you," she responds. The wine arrives: a natural Grenache from South Africa with no added sulfites. The wine is poured, pale red in the glass, and with a faint haziness. She takes a sip; it is fresh, sapid, slightly leafy, with a lively vibrant red cherry fruit, dept fresh with keen acidity. Her colleague wrinkles his brow, and shakes his head. "Thin, weedy, light, and without any concentration," is his verdict. He calls for some fresh glasses and pours the wine he has brought. It is purple-black and dense, with immense concentration. They both take a sip. He smiles, convinced of victory. She spits out the wine ostentatiously and plonks her glass back firmly on the table. "Undrinkable," is her verdict. "But this is an immense wine," he replies. "No. Oak, over-ripeness, soupy texture," she says. "It is just big: huge, in fact. A complete caricature of a wine. I cannot drink that." Neither of them will budge. There is now way they can agree. They part, each convinced that the other is utterly crazy in their tastes.
This is an extreme example, but I think we all run into both of these people (I may actually be one of them from time to time ) And really I think they're both missing out on much to enjoy in wine.
Thoughts?