Monday, January 14, 2008
Looking very grumpy ...
Went to a Vintners' Club event at the Bankers' Club on 08Jan. ... a pinot tasting.
Interesting!
We went because his nibs lurves pinot noir and because David Bruce was going to speak.
One of his nibs' students at UCSB (who grew up just a stone skip from the bucolic ville we used to call home) is someone with whom we still hang out and whose ballpark tickets HipLiz sometimes buys.
This guy, as a teenager, spent his weekends at his dermatologist's Santa Cruz mountains home (dermatologist being Dr. David), digging dirt to plant the vines that became David Bruce's foray into pinot making.
Here's me looking very grumpy ... ah... focussed.
Look at those glasses! We had twelve pinot noirs to taste. They were lined up and poured before we came in: six up, six down.
I am such a naïf. I could say, "Here are my top three. Here is my least favorite."
Ask me to rate the intermediate eight wines, given forty-five minutes?
No can do.
But we had fun. ...
Each person (who wanted) sent in their scores.
Each table put together their tasting notes.
The guy clockwise plus one was the winemaker for one of the wines being tasted (Domaine Chandon Reserve. Russian River Valley) and served as table chair.
I'd rated his wine [2] but the accumulated crowd wasn't so generous.
The experience was interesting. What was really interesting was looking at the accumulated scores. Here's a top scorer: five people rated it #1; five people rated it #2; six people rated it #12.
Whah?
It really is all about what you like in a wine.
Really!
So for the Vintners' Club events, you rate the wines you're tasting with no regard to what your spouse, best friend or most erudite wine snob might think.
Then you go 'round the table and seat#2 says, "This was my favorite wine because ..." and everyone else goes round and says "Well ... this is what I thought of the wine ..."
Next person (seat #3) says, "This was my favorite wine because ..." (or my least favorite wine or my second favorite wine because someone else already mentioned my favorite wine.) ...
... until all the twelve wines have been discussed.
David Bruce (the gentleman on the left in the photo)... scored highest when the overall wine scores were totted up, and well he should.
We had a splendid time.
Afterwards, we said farewell to the amazing views from the Bankers Club and said farewell to our co-conspirators and headed up hill and home, stopping off at Boccadillos on Montgomery for some tasty pig parts before we walked the rest of the way ... home
posted by Sal Towse at 11:04 PM|
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Interesting!
We went because his nibs lurves pinot noir and because David Bruce was going to speak.
One of his nibs' students at UCSB (who grew up just a stone skip from the bucolic ville we used to call home) is someone with whom we still hang out and whose ballpark tickets HipLiz sometimes buys.
This guy, as a teenager, spent his weekends at his dermatologist's Santa Cruz mountains home (dermatologist being Dr. David), digging dirt to plant the vines that became David Bruce's foray into pinot making.
Here's me looking very grumpy ... ah... focussed.
Look at those glasses! We had twelve pinot noirs to taste. They were lined up and poured before we came in: six up, six down.
I am such a naïf. I could say, "Here are my top three. Here is my least favorite."
Ask me to rate the intermediate eight wines, given forty-five minutes?
No can do.
But we had fun. ...
Each person (who wanted) sent in their scores.
Each table put together their tasting notes.
The guy clockwise plus one was the winemaker for one of the wines being tasted (Domaine Chandon Reserve. Russian River Valley) and served as table chair.
I'd rated his wine [2] but the accumulated crowd wasn't so generous.
The experience was interesting. What was really interesting was looking at the accumulated scores. Here's a top scorer: five people rated it #1; five people rated it #2; six people rated it #12.
Whah?
It really is all about what you like in a wine.
Really!
So for the Vintners' Club events, you rate the wines you're tasting with no regard to what your spouse, best friend or most erudite wine snob might think.
Then you go 'round the table and seat#2 says, "This was my favorite wine because ..." and everyone else goes round and says "Well ... this is what I thought of the wine ..."
Next person (seat #3) says, "This was my favorite wine because ..." (or my least favorite wine or my second favorite wine because someone else already mentioned my favorite wine.) ...
... until all the twelve wines have been discussed.
David Bruce (the gentleman on the left in the photo)... scored highest when the overall wine scores were totted up, and well he should.
We had a splendid time.
Afterwards, we said farewell to the amazing views from the Bankers Club and said farewell to our co-conspirators and headed up hill and home, stopping off at Boccadillos on Montgomery for some tasty pig parts before we walked the rest of the way ... home
Labels: culture, food, life, San Francisco
posted by Sal Towse at 11:04 PM|
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: views from the Hill
Bertold Brecht:
Everything changes. You can make
A fresh start with your final breath.
But what has happened has happened. And the water
You once poured into the wine cannot be
Drained off again.
Everything changes. You can make
A fresh start with your final breath.
But what has happened has happened. And the water
You once poured into the wine cannot be
Drained off again.
