5 Jan 2021
The first week after the holidays is generally a stinker, punctuated by a stack of paperwork up to one’s nipples. Add an on-going pandemic into the equation, and things tend to get profoundly messy. As I try to wrap my head around the future, I am inclined to find a bit of background noise, and Wodehouse strikes the very note. Therefore, whilst indulging myself, with Blandings, featuring Timothy Spall, the greatest living English-speaking actor, Jennifer Saunders, etc, I have before me a very light, very subtle Sauvignon from Potomac Selections. It’s Thomas Calder, Val de Loire, Sarl Joel Delauany, etc. Christ, this goddamed platform for writing is like being awake for surgery on your fapping ball sack. This wee savvy is interesting. It is subtle. It could be more in your face, and I might not like it. It’s lively, with lovely hints of lime, white rock minerality, white pepper, and the essence of fresh, green herbs. By the time I got stuck in, and was really absorbing what I was absorbing, I’d moved on to my usuals; Tampopo exerpts, 8 Out of 10 Cats Do Countdown, Thomas Lang. I could easily drink a metric arseload of this without noticing it, so I need to give it a massive thumbs up for being refreshing and focused. As a professional wine goober, I suppose I could slam it for being light, simple, and lacking in complexity, but that’s all just crap. That’s like panning Joy Division for not employing complicated chord structures, screaming guitar solos, and odd time signatures.
TYDY Thiefffy DeLaunay