Wine Connaisseur

Contrary to the title – I am far from one. A wine connaisseur. Truly.
Which is something that I do regret, kind of, seeing as I do drink a (sometimes disturbing) amount of the godly nectar that makes your tongue go scrunch.

So when the finally got new wine for me at my softball club (how decadent is that, them changing brands just for me, because I’m literally the only one drinking wine there) I felt called out. I didn’t like the Chardonnay they had. But when asked what I did want, their guess was probably as good as mine. So I mumbled something about Sauvignon Blanc or Pinot Grigio and hoped for the best. And with success. The new wine is a boatload better! Even though no expertise was involved in the process.

I’ve said it a bunch of times this year (in every one of my resolutions updates, even). Something’s gotta change in that regard. It’s something I wanna know more about and grow more refined in. Because my current answer when non-wine-drinkers ask me what wine they should buy…is not making me sound any smarter:
‘Just get one with an animal on the label. Those are usually drinkable!’.

And it’s true, really. In the supermarket (see, this is already where I’m going wrong) there’s rows and rows of wines with Ducks and Cats and Bulls and Dragons and I just kinda go for all of those when I’m drinking. No pondering about the type of grape, or the aging. No worries about the subtle undertones of wood over fruit or the process of riping. Nope. I am doing to wines what illiterates do with books. Picking the ones with pictures.

I’m a wine illiterate. And I wanna be a connaisseur. Goals!