With my stoutly black, cheap plastic figure I’m not much to look at and, yes, I am a receptacle for rejected wine and backwash. And, consequentially, I’m also a bit of an inebriate. But I have feelings too.
I prevent car accidents and faux pas. I graciously offer up my belly as a place to dump that punch-in-the-face Chianti, that way-too-sweet Chardonnay, that cat-pee Russian champagne you did not care for before rinsing your mouth with water and desperately reaching for the cracker-plate. I allow for long lists of tasting notes sensibly written by clear-headed wine connoisseurs. Without me these would look more like this:
- Cruzat Larraín Nature- Sus 24 meses en botella y en contacto con sus levaduras generaron un perfil más complejo, con las notas secundarias de pan brioche y nueces marcadas, aunque un toque cítrico particular que le aporta frescura.
- Animal Rosado- En la copa se olían notas de frutos rojos, aunque también se detectaban aromas cítricos tan comunes del vino espumante. Es un estilo de espumante rosado seco y bien logrado, ideal para acompañar atún rojo o sashimis de salmón.
- …MUY BUENO!!!!!! ♥
Among the elegant decanters and highly praised wine chillers, I have always been the black sheep of my family…literally. But while my necessarily opaque body hides the foamy, fermented contents of my belly, I cannot hide what’s in my heart any longer. I’d like to be appreciated, my importance acknowledged for once. I don’t mind being the vesicle for Entaste’s collective saliva every single Friday afternoon, but just once I’d like to be looked at with affection, recognized as an important part of the tasting process.
What I like:
What I don’t like:
So please next time you grab me by the neck and expel that wine you kind of like but just not quite enough to actually swallow, look at me, place yourself in my position, feel what I feel, be happy that I exist. And maybe give me a bit more out of the glass than out of the mouth… I mean think about it – which one would YOU rather drink?