Sharon Bowman
Sharon Bowman
The first time I was ever on a wine board, I thought people were making fun of someone named Brett. My heart went out to him, the poor guy.
Last week, I felt like throwing a glass in Brett's face, because of a 2006 Saint-Joseph recommended to me by the caviste at Caves du Panthon. It was a gorgeous, silky and actually nicely complex wine that was just stomach-turningly marred by Our Ostracized Friend.
Made me rethink my threshold for flaws. Some are good; the touch of imperfection that is more piquant than plastic similitude and some simulacrum of "perfection."
But sometimes, you just go, "Bleh."
Last week, I felt like throwing a glass in Brett's face, because of a 2006 Saint-Joseph recommended to me by the caviste at Caves du Panthon. It was a gorgeous, silky and actually nicely complex wine that was just stomach-turningly marred by Our Ostracized Friend.
Made me rethink my threshold for flaws. Some are good; the touch of imperfection that is more piquant than plastic similitude and some simulacrum of "perfection."
But sometimes, you just go, "Bleh."