Cole Kendall
Cole Kendall
At a dinner party yesterday evening I made the acquaintance of two Washingtonians; the husband was interested in wine, and my offer of a Quintarelli Primofiore 1998 that I had recently rediscovered prompted an enthusiastic response on his part. He then offered a sniff to his very pregnant wife (C section appointment two weeks from today). She sniffed appreciatively and he and I traded wine anecdotes including a fond reminiscence of Mike Tilch and his odd sales techniques. His silent wife suddenly spoke up and announced that her water had broken and that she would have to have her C section that evening. Her husband chugged the remainder of his glass and looked fondly at the rest of the bottle of the Primofiore; I put a cork in it and he took it with them to the hospital with two plastic cups.
I am sorry for the incomplete tasting note but I was expecting to reflect on a second pour which I never got. Another guest was quite bitter about the disappearance of the bottle.
I am sorry for the incomplete tasting note but I was expecting to reflect on a second pour which I never got. Another guest was quite bitter about the disappearance of the bottle.