I can hear the cries of “snobbery!” already, but here’s the story. Last night Keith and I joined a bunch of upper-crust, 50-something Corvallis folks at WineStyles and participated in a Wine Appreciation workshop. We were definitely the only people under 40 years old. Does that make us cool or weird? I’m not sure yet.
I like wine pretty well, but that’s all I can say about it. I can barely pronouce Pinot Noir and don’t try me on Sangiovese or Scheurebe. My tasting vocabulary has consisted thus far of: “good” and “ugh”.
Last night, we learned (and we actually did figure it out!) how to distinguish the aroma and taste of pineapple and musk and propane and wet dog and vanilla, etc. in any given wine. I hope I never get all those things in one wine at once, that’s for sure. It was a pretty cool experience. I still don’t really have a handle on what I like and don’t like, so don’t worry…I won’t get all “judge-y” about the wine you serve me at your house. Unless of course it has a bouquet of pineapple, musk, propane, wet dog, and vanilla. Then I might discreetly water your houseplants with it.
On the wine note: I have been made aware that Eola Hills Winery in Rickreall organizes a Bike Oregon Wine Country tour every Sunday in August. I am super stoked to do this (maybe for my birthday, can I get an amen?!). I have never ridden a bike 50 miles in my entire life, but I believe a glass or two of excellent Willamette Valley Pinot Noir might help in that department. Put it on your calendars, cuz we’re goin’!