Kibitzing with my Mendoza pal, “Panita,” she reminded me of a good life lesson: do not describe a vineyard’s wine as smelling like “dirty socks” when in the presence of the vintner.
Yes, I did that. It was an honest comment, just which slipped out. We were enjoying our wine tour in Mendoza on the last day of our vacation. Every host we had on the tours emphasized that wine was meant to embrace the memories and experience of the people or event with which it was paired. It should invoke the moment, and when you enjoyed that same wine again, you could recall those special times.
Maybe my nose wasn’t quite ready for the assault, but whatever the appropriate term was, it was not “dirty socks.” My observation probably explained why the host did not bother to escort our cozy little group to the end of the vineyard property. However, it did invoke a moment and I can accurately recall the experience, even without drinking the wine!
My glass of wine last night was delightful and did not remind me of a gym class.