Friday, 3 July 2015

The First Time I Tasted Wine: I mean, TASTED-TASTED




I’m not talking about when I graduated to the 3-sip-glass at Christmas time when I was 12, or even the time I was put off drinking for life when Ryan had a JC Le Roux hangover in the early 2000s. (THAT put me off Christmas turkey for the rest of eternity).

Recently, for Staci’s birthday, I decided to give in to the next-thing-since-sushi craze and join in the festivities for wine tasting. 

  

I am by no means what I’d call a connoisseur, or even an avid alcohol drinker, just give me a double Jack ‘n Lime and I’m good for the night.  However, I was delightfully surprised by the tasting hosted by Steenberg Vineyards Estate. On arrival we were escorted to the Boardroom for the tasting conducted by Herbert (who spoke so knowledgably and passionately that even I started appreciating the woody undertones). Okay, it was mostly lost on my untrained palate, but it was, for lack of a better word “tasty” nonetheless. 


 We were given 5 samples to try and needless to say my favourite was the sweet bubbly (which is the 1682 Pinot Noir MCC).

What made the afternoon in the setting, winter sun and comfy chairs; even more ambient was being surrounded by friends and reconnecting over many laughs (okay that was again probably just me) and stories of memories gone by. Perhaps I’ve become a convert; perhaps I’ll just have another taste before I decide for sure if Catharina is the lady to accompany my steak…



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