The other night I opened a red from Moulis en Medoc. It smelled like a rugby players socks and tasted like oven cleaner. Oh well, I told myself philosophically. Duff bottle. Cant win em all.
But if we are to believe a story that ran throughout the British media last week, the fault was entirely mine. Apparently I had opened the bottle on the wrong day of the week. On another day the same wine would have smelled of tulips and tasted like nectar, or something like that.
At any rate, that is ....
The Merry Drinker
