A thorough preparation to be randomly glib as you share your next bottle of claret or zinfendel. The more random quotes of this quirky little companion you can expectorate after four glasses of fine riesling, the more you will elicit either awe or exasperation from your drinking mates.
Not a collection of factoids and quotes, but a studied (and rather impractical) saunter through wine history. Is This Bottle Corked? is also notably well-written. Some of the best moments of the book are when the authors deem to share personal anecdotes. A typical (and rather remarkable) paragraph:
(speaking of a British hotel dining room): "...(it) smelled as British hotel dining rooms are supposed to smell- of gravy, soup, damp, and the poetry of Philip Larken....It was sad to see these probably harmless chaps spending an evening in the Midlands rain telling lies to each other ("We're very confident in the prospects Stateside") while the one couple, a man and a woman obviously married and equally obviously not to each other, attracted such glances of loathing and envy that we half expected to see them run shrieking from the room"...
'There was, of course, a sommelier: a worn-down, rotund, small man with a hairdo remeniscent of Dirk Bogard in the last reel of Death in Venice...."
Prose as good as some of the wines they pointedly do not rate on a 1 to 100 scale.Get more detail about Is This Bottle Corked?: The Secret Life of Wine.
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