Nobody is born learned.
I remember vividly the first time that I came from the Flavia Milano.
shelf full of bottles ... and a feeling of inadequacy.
Some reassuring, I already knew the labels of the beautiful ... Samuel Smith's friends peep from a corner. The Orval of birillino
was now at home ... the Danish industral already snubbed ...
But that bottle doll with yellow?
And finally, this Rochefort, complete with a Trappist ... I had read the label, and now here she was at 4500 pounds from my glass.
ride home, the big book MJ with many beautiful photos, history, tasting a few words on the corkscrew and religious approaches to the crown.
try to pay the most, taking into account a bit 'of experience and all theories (troppe!) read and heard.
's beautiful, impenetrable, with a stylish yet rugged foam.
go up my nose and my head is spinning for a second, almost fainting.
took his cup to his mouth come to mind the phrases of years of bulk sacrilegious altar boy (Do this in remembrance of me ... this is my blood ...)
Imprinting.
And again, feeling having caught only a small part.
desire to seek, and to read more.
However, there is a question of romantic eras.
having "a click" would not have changed (and I do not change) the approach to something new.
having "a click" change rather exponentially the number of who comes to these (sometimes) works, without knowing them and without due respect.
And then maybe in a blog sentence of a Rodenbach Grand Cru, "too acid" or a Bruocsella "stinks !"...
will not be very democratic and market-sighted, but selling a few bottles only to holders of a "bottle of Port" attesting that the actual ability or willingness to understand the content. I certainly
provided we speak .... and that if they drink too much they are drinking and talking.
Stop.
speak those who know or want to learn.
The other, sit on tap Ainechen, please.
ps I do not know how to display correctly and complete the strip ... click on it, it should be ..
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