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i while back i won a bottle of screaming eagle cabernet 96. every time i look at the bottle, displayed so well on my kitchen counter, i always associate the it with its value ($1,300-1500?)... i've used it to impress many people, and always felt smart, or somehow in control that i was above drinking it.
tonight, however, i concluded this bottle is not its value - it's wine, and it's supposed to be tasted and consumed. i imagined that if i ever drank this bottle, i would do it with friends, and we would all stand around and taste it so slightly, and go, 'mmmmmm', 'mmmmmm'... and they would all thank me, and tell the story of their tasting experience to their friends and familes, and i would rise in social status amongst them all as a great, selfless giver of such a fine thing as this wine.
i considered that for a while, then plunged the cork-screw into the bad boy just about 1/2 hour ago without calling anyone. yes, i feel selfish - now, about 2 glasses into the bottle... but i wouldn't feel right sharing it without mentioning its value - and that somehow seems worse than not sharing it.
oh, this damn bottle! if i can only get over the thought of drinking it, and just focus on the tasting of it, i might actually appreciate the monetary value in each taste.
well... maybe i'll leave that for another lifetime. BUT! from what i can tell, it tastes pretty good. it's a lot darker than your average $15 bottle of cab. it's smooth, but gives that pleasant 'chalky' bite in equal proportion. after two glasses, i'm feeling a nice buzz - not too much, just enought to feel the urge to write it all down.
so i'll love you and leave you all for another glass of this stuff. if i get really drunk, i'll write more.
cheers!
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