When it comes to wines from the Southern hemisphere, countries such as Chile or Australia spring to mind quicker than New Zealand. But “The Lord of the Rings” homeland is also home to hundreds of wineries. The girls and I hit up Blenheim in the South Island’s Marlborough Sounds to do a wine tour on bikes. (Note to self: trying to balance on a bike after stopping at six wineries is never a good idea).
This particular region is known for its sauvignon blancs. I know next to nothing about wine, but I swirled my glass and sniffed the vinos with as much faux-expertise as I could muster. Amanda commented that one sample’s aroma reminded her of the cabbage she used in a grade-school science project. I couldn’t help myself from cracking up (it’d seem much funnier if you begin tasting wine at noon on a Monday like me). The sommlier reprimanded me with, “Everyone’s palettes are different so you can never be wrong when it comes to tasting wine.”
Never be wrong? I love it! I thoroughly enjoy any activity where no one can prove that I am at all incorrect. I can announce that the wine smells of sweaty socks or wet granite. I can comment that it tastes like a stale cigar or rotten anchovies. I can say anything I want and no one can argue with me. Now if only this rule applied to my disagreements with Jen and Amanda. Ha!