A wine group I'm in does monthly dinners where Eric Asimov(NYTimes wine columnist) chooses the wines to taste. I have been selected to write up our feelings on the wines we taste and put them in the comments section of that column. Last month White Bordeaux was the wine selection.
Last night was our monthly wine dinner again and boy did I get grief for being important enough for Eric Asimov to mention me by name. Autographs were asked for.
http://www.nytimes.com/2015/08/05/dining/wine-school-assignment-white-bordeaux.html
My writeup to that wine was as follows. The quote in there was not mine, I just directly quoted one of the participants. I do not believe in the flowery language of most wine enthusiasts. Wine is binary. Would you buy this again? Yes/No? Would you drink this again? Yes/No? Is it wine colored? Yes/No? Is it wine flavored? Yes/No?
6 bottles of white Bordeaux awaited us, while waiting for all the
members of the group to get there a cabernet sauvignon and Portuguese
red were polished off amongst the 12 participants. The descriptions were
mostly short, good color, nice nose, full mouth feel, oily, home
permanent kits. Not a single bottle was emptied after pouring for the
original taste. No seconds were requested. The best lines of the night
were biting. 'Would the pope serve this wine? ' 'This will be the last white
Bordeaux I drink for the rest of my life.' Summer is over, our next wine
will be a red, even if Eric picks a white.
Well this month Eric Asimov responded to the comments in White Bordeaux tasting. I got insulted several times.
http://www.nytimes.com/2015/09/16/dining/wine-school-white-bordeaux.html
By
contrast, another reader, Dean Reinke of East Lansing, Mich., who tried
six bottles of white Bordeaux (without specifying what they were) with
fellow members of his tasting group, wrote, with decisive finality,
“This will be the last white Bordeaux I drink for the rest of my life.”
Here at
Wine School,
we understand both extremes (though I would urge Mr. Reinke to give
them another chance: one good bottle with dinner, sir, rather than
speed-tasting through a bunch of anonymous wines).