"I gotta say, Cotes du Rhone, specifically anything Chateauneuf du Pape, just never disappoints."
"I'm like that with Puglia. Primitivo and Negroamaro. Mmm!"
"You'd love Chateauneuf if you life Primitivo. Maybe less fruity and corpulent but still that kind of long, smooth satisfaction."
"Oh yeah, I know, I do, but, like, if I had to choose, a good Primitivo is number one for me."
"Ha, yeah, I get it I'm the same. I like plenty of other reds but this is my go-to."
"It's like that!"
Both of us chuckled and sipped our wines - local Napa Cabs - he swirled his first, holding the glass right at the bottom of the stem. Neither of us were sommeliers, not even serious wine snobs, but we knew what we liked. That's a good place to be. I did find his twirling ostentatious. Sure it made the bouquet stand out and that was enjoyable, but he did it like he was leading a tasting. I found it a bit much. I tried not to be stereotypical about my own enjoyment. I felt like, in some respect, I was above him due to my humility and yet obvious expertise. We were both pathetic. However, I'd visited Avignon and felt authentic in my preferences.
"Did you ever visit Puglia?" I asked.
"No, not yet."
"I bet you'd get some good wine tripping there."
"Oh yeah, and Emma would love it."
"What's keeping you?"
"Ah. You know, priorities, time...we can only take vacations that 'have a point', you know." He did the air quotes.
"I'm like that with Puglia. Primitivo and Negroamaro. Mmm!"
"You'd love Chateauneuf if you life Primitivo. Maybe less fruity and corpulent but still that kind of long, smooth satisfaction."
"Oh yeah, I know, I do, but, like, if I had to choose, a good Primitivo is number one for me."
"Ha, yeah, I get it I'm the same. I like plenty of other reds but this is my go-to."
"It's like that!"
Both of us chuckled and sipped our wines - local Napa Cabs - he swirled his first, holding the glass right at the bottom of the stem. Neither of us were sommeliers, not even serious wine snobs, but we knew what we liked. That's a good place to be. I did find his twirling ostentatious. Sure it made the bouquet stand out and that was enjoyable, but he did it like he was leading a tasting. I found it a bit much. I tried not to be stereotypical about my own enjoyment. I felt like, in some respect, I was above him due to my humility and yet obvious expertise. We were both pathetic. However, I'd visited Avignon and felt authentic in my preferences.
"Did you ever visit Puglia?" I asked.
"No, not yet."
"I bet you'd get some good wine tripping there."
"Oh yeah, and Emma would love it."
"What's keeping you?"
"Ah. You know, priorities, time...we can only take vacations that 'have a point', you know." He did the air quotes.