The Marrow Spoon

I have spent many years masking borderline alcohol abuse in snobbery. Or maybe I am masking snobbery in alcohol abuse...Hmmm....anyway..

Either way, my level of snobbery is so snoberocious that sometimes, it is sort of, well, mainstream. You can go too far, and then you come back around. Do you know what I mean, Darling? Like, "I simply do not care what you other fools say! Budweiser is a good beer."

This is not like that.

I am going to tell you that I like Merlot. Two years ago, I would have taken myself off of the guest list for being so basic.

But I have, "come around," as they say--to French wines that are broadly known for being good, which would naturally make me think they were pedestrian dog wash. Because holding the common opinion is just not something I will permit, unless of course I have arrived at this opinion by uncommon means. In this case, oui, I have.

Having drunk just about every other type of wine available, after traveling great distances to try Duriff and Vlašský Ryzlink, who would have imagined that Merlot would be the "hot" thing??? Merlot from France, no less.

However, it turns out that it is true. I cannot even have the salvage of pride to say it is expensive. You may even find a Saint-Emilion at a common grocery. But if you should, do buy it. And if it is not corked or left in too hot a condition, you will be scintillated with the most lovely tinderbox, mysterious dark berry and herb haunted flavor! Light bodied, but engaging with a long finish...the wine enchants.

I do not recommend trying out this experience with your favorite Californian wine. French only! I will of course inform you if I find any other acceptable expressions of this varietal. Next time perhaps I'll tell you a secret about Chardonnay.

Caio!

# posted by Comida Evangelista : 10:21 PM