Can i get some cheese with that whine? ...(play on words?)
Happy Birthday Nyra Balquiedra! Happy Birthday Anh Truong, Happy Birthday Janine! Happy Birthday Ken!
Seriously...9 months (and 23/24 years) ago, our parents must have drunk something in the water! So many birthdays going on. Unfortunately, half my list (okay, 100%) of my birthday celebrants are in another part of California/country/world! Sheesh. We'll celebrate soon enough friends!
One can take only so much science until he/she drops. My department has remedied the overload by playing rousing games of hang-man on the dry-erase board that sits in front of all our desks. Erase the to-do lists and the diagrams and make room for the hang-man hook,/ backwards J thingee.... Today's words included "MOFO, Hairy ass, and Snakes on a Plane." One fabulous lady whom I work with ALWAYS screams out the letter, "Q" and damnit, there goes a limb (or a head or a body).
Today was clean and bleach day and lucky for me, the boss man was kind enough to bleach the sh*t out of most the funky nasties that we work with when purifying "stuff." However, I bleached the last few bottles of nasty sh*t, and let me tell you... I think about 5 years was cut away from my life. ACK! that smell, that gas, that bubbling reaction orange sh*t/precipitate CANNOT be good for any type of life form. Blegh!
So my new unnecessary hobby these days is wine. WOW! So coming from the once carlo-rossi kind of chick, this news is groundbreaking. It's another way for me to waste my precious money on quick fixes and indulgence. (sigh). Half of this love spawns from the shear fact that I can make up sh*t! and I can't ever be wrong!
Arleene: "Hmm... I can taste hints of citrus, and (*sniff sniff) soft aromatics, reminiscent of cookies. (**swish swish) After opening up more, it's very brut and robust. Lingering like a band-aid."
Wine-person (aka: oenologist): I know exactly what you mean, do you sense the sulfuric tannins?
Arleene: " hmm... yes I do, very bold and expressive tannins...Also hints of chalkboards, tic-tacs, pirate swords, and subtle sunglasses and ass flavors"
Wine-person: Ahhh yes, ass. Tastes very much like a 1997 ass.
The other reason for this new love spawns from just how interesting the wine-making process is. How just like people and humans, the final product is the result of both nature and nurture. Of it's environment and genetics combined. A flood, a dry-spell, chemicals, soil quality,... each and every factor has a hand in the final outcome and in that sense, no bottle/year/make is ever the same as the next? How incredible is that?
I've only tried a few ice-wines and let me tell ya... these grapes apparently are picked only at the very end of a season meaning late in the fall or winter when icicles and frost are actually clinging on these grapes. Due to it's lengthened time on the vine, the grapes get even more ripe which makes the wine all the sweeter. Needless to say, time on the vine results in sweet wines, but how about the time in a bottle. Comparable to something like relationships, time will reduce the tannins and bitter bite and only make things better.
One more thing... (as spoken in my best Chappelle voice)... "Wine will get ya drunk!"
Cheers to all, and to all a good night.
Seriously...9 months (and 23/24 years) ago, our parents must have drunk something in the water! So many birthdays going on. Unfortunately, half my list (okay, 100%) of my birthday celebrants are in another part of California/country/world! Sheesh. We'll celebrate soon enough friends!
One can take only so much science until he/she drops. My department has remedied the overload by playing rousing games of hang-man on the dry-erase board that sits in front of all our desks. Erase the to-do lists and the diagrams and make room for the hang-man hook,/ backwards J thingee.... Today's words included "MOFO, Hairy ass, and Snakes on a Plane." One fabulous lady whom I work with ALWAYS screams out the letter, "Q" and damnit, there goes a limb (or a head or a body).
Today was clean and bleach day and lucky for me, the boss man was kind enough to bleach the sh*t out of most the funky nasties that we work with when purifying "stuff." However, I bleached the last few bottles of nasty sh*t, and let me tell you... I think about 5 years was cut away from my life. ACK! that smell, that gas, that bubbling reaction orange sh*t/precipitate CANNOT be good for any type of life form. Blegh!
So my new unnecessary hobby these days is wine. WOW! So coming from the once carlo-rossi kind of chick, this news is groundbreaking. It's another way for me to waste my precious money on quick fixes and indulgence. (sigh). Half of this love spawns from the shear fact that I can make up sh*t! and I can't ever be wrong!
Arleene: "Hmm... I can taste hints of citrus, and (*sniff sniff) soft aromatics, reminiscent of cookies. (**swish swish) After opening up more, it's very brut and robust. Lingering like a band-aid."
Wine-person (aka: oenologist): I know exactly what you mean, do you sense the sulfuric tannins?
Arleene: " hmm... yes I do, very bold and expressive tannins...Also hints of chalkboards, tic-tacs, pirate swords, and subtle sunglasses and ass flavors"
Wine-person: Ahhh yes, ass. Tastes very much like a 1997 ass.
The other reason for this new love spawns from just how interesting the wine-making process is. How just like people and humans, the final product is the result of both nature and nurture. Of it's environment and genetics combined. A flood, a dry-spell, chemicals, soil quality,... each and every factor has a hand in the final outcome and in that sense, no bottle/year/make is ever the same as the next? How incredible is that?
I've only tried a few ice-wines and let me tell ya... these grapes apparently are picked only at the very end of a season meaning late in the fall or winter when icicles and frost are actually clinging on these grapes. Due to it's lengthened time on the vine, the grapes get even more ripe which makes the wine all the sweeter. Needless to say, time on the vine results in sweet wines, but how about the time in a bottle. Comparable to something like relationships, time will reduce the tannins and bitter bite and only make things better.
One more thing... (as spoken in my best Chappelle voice)... "Wine will get ya drunk!"
Cheers to all, and to all a good night.