originally posted by Sharon Bowman:
originally posted by John Roberts:
Louis-Ferdinand Celine?
Win.
originally posted by Sharon Bowman:
originally posted by John Roberts:
Louis-Ferdinand Celine?
Win.
originally posted by Mr. Doghead:
All the same, it's soothing to note your disgust, blubberoid, runs afoul of towels notwithstanding. If not Berkeley, where has the chub landed for the near future?
originally posted by Lou Kessler:
The same oldParker bashing never goes out of season.
"Cases of unsold parker-bashing that you need to offload" Why would you out me like that? I have never mentioned your world rated collection of Napa cult cabs. Due to your "Buddy" Joe D. our store also sat for years on the largest collection of unsold Austrian wine in any state west of the Mississippi. Can't we all just get along? Remember these word from a great CA philosopher. If not go fuck yourself!originally posted by fatboy:
originally posted by Lou Kessler:
The same oldParker bashing never goes out of season.
or so pleasure-hating critics who are far too close to the trade will tell you....but, as you and i both know lou, you are itb (WHY DID YOU NOT DECLARE THAT IN THIS POST????), and we both know you are sitting on cases of unsold parker-bashing that you need to offload onto the poor unsuspecting public....the fact is, as i discovered to my horror when my father bought me a lifelong subscription to "the jizz expectorator" when i was in law school....parker-bashing is so twenty years ago....as you well know, and are doubtless keeping only for your best customers....but the cool kids all bait kermit and neal for their lack of a sense of humor these days!....that's the new hand-shake for the in-crowd....who gives a shit how many points parker gave 2011 haut-brion?....no-one....they may produce an inordinate amount of humorless prose, rather that inspirational bullshit....but that seems to me a subject that can be addressed in a fair and responsible manner.....the open-minded folks out there should be reflecting upon the possibility that boring as they are, lynch / rosenthal may be correct....so be thankful we have people like me and john and helen to keep the wine business real, everyone...you don't need to be an expert to see the remarkable differences....as neil young would say, "you're just a stupid girl, you really got a lot to learn, start living again, forget about remembering"....
uh, no, not you, helen.
fb.
I now understand completely.originally posted by Jay Miller:
originally posted by Salil Benegal:
I would have not expected anything above a solid D.originally posted by Jay Miller:
2002 Marcassin Marcassin Pinot Noir - spicier nose, ripe and rich, very hot on finish. Other California. D+
I had to leave room between it and the Aubert which was far, far worse.
These splendid, juicy, wines are on "pre-arrival". I checked an actuary table and realized the odds were not good that I would live long enough to imbibe this holy nectar. Life's not fair.originally posted by SFJoe:
The latest Premier Cru mailer has splendid prices on juicy Marcassin Pinots.
I'm sure all this publicity has turned them into hot commodities, so you should not delay your orders.
originally posted by Lou Kessler:
These splendid, juicy, wines are on "pre-arrival". I checked an actuary table and realized the odds were not good that I would live long enough to imbibe this holy nectar. Life's not fair.
Having just returned a short time ago from London I was fortunate to know the definition of the word whinge. A well educated Brit would have used the word yammer. Now in your case a more descriptive word would be nudnick.originally posted by MLipton:
originally posted by Lou Kessler:
These splendid, juicy, wines are on "pre-arrival". I checked an actuary table and realized the odds were not good that I would live long enough to imbibe this holy nectar. Life's not fair.
But, but... Lou, it would give you the opportunity to incessantly whinge on on various Internet fora about the lack of delivery of those prearrival wines until eyes rolled. Your thinking is so shortsighted.
Mark Lipton
originally posted by Mr. Doghead:
Times be tough, to be sure. My discontente indeed gave me the sense I could use a little of the reliable banter of the old therapy chain gang. The caprine glare from this thread I could hardly ignore. Even if the gang's chain would not be the subject.
No one reading the present thread should fail to note the testes apparent in the parent pdf-link subtext. It seems the division of labor between the signatories at this winery remains the same as in the old days. One finds Johnboy flogging the general plutocracy with performance-onan ad copy while his meal ticket whips up support for what they love from the local members of the target class by doing "consulting winemaking", which, to hear say, involves no hosing or pumping save the metaphorical kind.
While the gooey insights of the note hold no interest they intend to send (is it at all helpful to read that "the Burgundians" screw up their vines with over-row tractors, butchering their leaves at all, while quoting some plutodolt to the effect that they have been obstinately doing so for hundreds of years without reflection or self-examination, with false drivel about comparative vineyard practice the quoted guy still frames in terms I set for him almost twenty years ago and still gets them wrong? And is the idea that DRC could do better and be more consistent somehow helpful, if patently and dumbly correct? When their customers, like the flogger's own, deserve no better and should be getting docked in quality for wasting so much money on wine that could be put to far more honorable purposes), this mind behind looks most distracting for the failure of years of lottery-level good fortune to soothe the cauldron of unconscious, raging ego once again set to text for a pinot offer sheet.
Given what has happened to wine and the world since I first met these people, long before I heard anyone refer to one of them as the "best" winemaker, I can't help but to see the sort of self-absorption on parade in this document and the plea for yet more money quick to support more of the same can serve as a barred window into the ways of living heavily on the world that suck the life from everything and everyone outside a minute yet weighty and oblivious group. To overstock the lavish lifestyle the still-angry dude rides like a tick, the poor go hungry, the sick go untreated, the old get eaten, and emasculated governments quiver with toadies.