There is a chain of wine bars who's motto is something like "Taste is all that counts." On the surface, that statement sounds agreeable (and bit preachy)-- But what about when what you are tasting, tastes nothing like what it is? You chomp down a duck breast that tastes like carnitas, your new BMW handles like a big Cadillac, and the next Will Farrell flick is really a drama...
Though you might like it, it goes beyond what you were expecting, and really- "Is it what you wanted?"
On the flipside of this argument-- Thanks to Delta's in-seat entertainment, I've become shamelessly addicted to Fergie's "London Bridge" and have made it the cornerstone of my in flight playlists. My soul screams "it sucks", but my brain says "oh snap!!!!" To the point where it is even coming close to my other shameless guilty pleasure track "Toxic" by Britney Spears. Sickly sweet, Hook-laden, pop, candy...
Anyone still reading?
Wine consumers struggle with two points that don't always blend in modern winemaking--
Wanting something to taste good, and wanting something to taste like where it is from.
The other night I whipped up some Greek chicken, oven-roasted veggies, and golden couscous-- I opened the following bottles...
2005 Domaine Champeau Pouilly-Fumé Vielles Vignes
(France, Loire Valley, Upper Loire, Pouilly-Fumé) Sauvignon Blanc. Approx. $30 at Pearson's Wine.
Repeatedly bang two rocks together, mash up some peach cobbler with key lime pie, and then suck a fistful of the clear Lifesavers (that you aren't really quite sure of the flavor).
Medium+ bodied, insanely fruity and a wee touch of residual sugar. This has some lip smacking acids and a long buzzing finish.
Crazy tasty, but is this Pouilly-Fumé? This drinks far more like New Zealand or ripe California Sauvignon Blanc instead of being from the Loire. It paired really well with a salad dressed with lemon juice and olive oil, and worked nicely with the grilled Greek chicken.
Perhaps a touch too young, this might need some years to calm down. It tasted great, worked well, but it wasn't what I wanted at the time.
2006 Maison Albert Bichot Beaujolais-Villages
(France, Burgundy, Beaujolais, Beaujolais-Villages) Gamay. Approximately $15 at Pearson's Wine.
Thin, ruby colored. This smells like banana nut bread, grape candy, and fuzzy violets. Light bodied, crisp, and a little sour. Long, tart finish.
This went spectacular with the Greek chicken. Refreshing, acidic, complimentary but not intrusive. On the next day, I had the leftovers without food. Though not repulsive, it was the epitome of why people don't like Beaujolais... Grapey, Laffy Taffy, sour, bitter, and no depth... I like Beaujolais (a lot), but this one needs food.
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I'm in Sonoma for the rest of the weekend at the first annual Wine Bloggers Conference. If you are interested in what it is all about, Tom Wark wrote a nice post on it.
Now back to music---If Toxic is the Queen, this is the King of my guilty pleasure tracks....
"Neck full of bling-bling like that Neptune's Sound!!!"
"I got 'em scattered, covered, smothered like hash browns"
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