It’s a fine line between being a wine connoisseur and piss-cat. I don’t think I’d be far wrong saying a wine enthusiast is a bit of both! Wine may not be my profession, but as it’s my passion I have been to my fair share of tasting events and at the end of these events you see enough exhausted and slightly frazzled professionals starry-eyed and red-eyed after all the tasting, talking and entertaining that comes as part of the show.
I have been known, on the odd occasion, to blur the lines between a good night out and a passing out, but as I grow up I like to think I’m getting to know my personal limits. But, like any good thing in life, one is constantly challenged as such limits are tested. And tested again. And again.
It’s a terrible thing to have a £90 sample of a big busty inky red in your hand knowing that you really should swirl, sniff, sip, and… spit. It goes against the very nature of things. Standing amongst the professionals, it is a true testing of limits. It just wouldn’t be cool to glug down this liquid deliciousness, says the connoisseur in me. But as I don’t have to remember anything about the wine, do I really care? says the piss-cat in me.
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