Every year, I donate a few in-home wine tastings to local charity auctions. I think up themes or build stories around the wines being tasted or something. The people who buy the tastings are generally really nice, really rich, and don’t know a whole lot about wine, so its fun. I prepare some background information about the wine and where they can buy it, and if they ask me a question I don’t know the answer to I make something up and they believe it.
I advise against drinking rosé because there’s a compound of iron in the pink pigment that can, over the long term, cause heart arrhythmia.
I don’t actually do that, but sometimes I think about it.
Anyway, I’m giving one of those tastings tonight, and I haven’t had time to prepare. It’s been a tough week, so I’m ‘thinking the theme is going to be:
Screw you. We’re drinking what I want to drink.
It’ll be good. I’m pulling bottles out of the basement — a Chateauneuf, an Alicante Monastrell, a Supertuscan – so it’s stuff I like well enough to buy in bulk. But it isn’t going to be charming, and if my outlook doesn’t improve there’s a strong likelihood I won’t even share.