The Economics of Bullshit: Wine's Junket Folly
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Monday, October 7, 2013
The Sommeliers' Last Wish Foundation
I recently received a solicitation for a worthy new cause in the mail from our old friend Larry Anosmia MS. I've posted the letter over at Tim Atkin's site. In the letter, Larry makes an emotional plea for our dying sommeliers. I know I was touched, and I count myself lucky that I never contracted the deadly disease now silently annihilating our treasured sommeliers. At least, I don't think I did. Though, come to think of it, I have been craving Sicilian wines lately--one of the early symptoms. And I'm thinking of starting my own label, featuring wines made from heirloom grapes. I'm calling the label "Heir Brain." Oh my God, I think I may be dying. And not just in the comedic sense.
To read Larry Anosmia's letter, please click on over the pond to Tim's place. As ever, feel free to comment over there, or, if you must, leave your comment here, in a jar, on Funk and Wagnall's porch, since noon today.
Tim Atkin
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7 comments:
"Though, come to think of it, I have been craving Sicilian wines lately--one of the early symptoms. "
Has this symptom been accompanied by a desire to mount Etna? Alfonso has already covered that and you wouldn't want sloppy seconds, wood ya?
Of course, Insignia 65 is no more real than Screaming Beagle as neither winery existed at that time--so Rudy is still in business. So many somms, so little old wine. Rudy to the rescue.
Hey, get your thumb out of my punt!
Renzo,
Alfonso, sadly, suffers from E.D. Etna Dysfunction. No known cure, but I believe he's trying to See Alice. Feiring, that is. Though firing would seem to be the problem.
Does any of this make sense?
Charlie,
Really, the best thing about fake wines is that they're so hard to tell from the real thing, especially when you have no idea what the real thing tastes like! So, essentially, they ARE the real thing. At least when it comes to the bragging rights.
The '65 Insignia that I had was sensational--and from such a lousy vintage! Kudos to whomever made the blend. Joe or Rudy (Hey, didn't he play for the old Oakland A's?).
I'm in an obscure reference mood today.
Quizicat,
Just relax. It will start to feel good. I promise.
Joe or Rudy played for a Finley Assyr and was a teammate of Morey-St. Denis. I believe it was Mr. St. Denis who invented the phrase Camille Saves.
I'm going to go for lunch and when I come back I'll read the post and comments again. They ought to make some kinda sense after 1/3 bottle of wine, no?
Fabio,
There's not enough wine on the planet to have these comments make sense. I've got a bad case of baseball fever, and baseball chatter is as impenetrable and as worthless as wine speak.
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