I have not written anything on this blog in the past year. I have written a lot, but not here. This evening I felt moved to note something about the wine industry that they need to work on -- viz. the descriptions found on wine labels. Not only are these labels a blatant example of cliché hell, but they tend to leave one scratching one's bald spot. The bottle I opened tonight was a prime example of this.
I do need to emphasize that this is by no means a criticism of the wine itself. It was a lovely pinot grigio, and went perfectly with the chipotle salmon I had prepared (i.e. thrown in the oven) from the freezer. Neither do I with to condemn all wine labels; it can be interesting to try to taste the hint of plum, or orange, or liquorice, or whatever hint the wine is supposed to be hinting at. I draw the line, though, at the word "approachable." "An approachable wine." It was on this evening's wine. I have seen this word "appoachable" applied to a wine several times in recent months.
How can a wine be approachable? How can it be unapproachable? Can a bottle of wine snarl at you? attack you? look aloof at you? I don't really have much of a bald spot, but tonight it got a little bigger from being scratched.
¡Salud!
