A tale of Provence, in which Esther, Tom, Hannah and Paul get plastered…
Our tour guide, Carol-Lee, was waiting for us at the fountain. I thought our tour of Châteauneuf-du-Pape was finished, but she led us down the street to a storefront: Le Petit Serre Cave de Vignerons. We stepped inside and were greeted by Suzanne, a lovely, down-to-earth lady who owned the cave and her own vineyard. She had a small table made of wine barrels waiting for us. On it were bread, cheese and bottles of wine.
After sampling some local white wines, we moved on to the reds. As the tasting progressed, we got merrier and merrier — especially me. Hannah, who’s not keen on red wine, would take a small sip and pass the rest of her glass to me. So when Carol-Lee proceeded to coach us on how to smell and taste wine properly, we were already primed for giggling.
“Can you smell the cherries and hint of blackberry?” she asked. I tried, but couldn’t conjure up a hint of either. “Ah, yes,” she continued. “I smell barnyard. Can you smell barnyard? and a trace of wet dog!!!”
We looked at each other in disbelief. It was all we could do to stifle our laughing. Try as we might, none of us could smell the barnyard and certainly not the wet dog!
Wine connoisseurs we are not, but we all agreed that our trip to Châteauneuf-du-Pape had been most excellent!
2 comments:
These are all so fantastic, Esther. I love seeing the processes! :)
Thanks, Ori. I actually like all of the scribbles better than the final painting. :O)
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