Feb 03 2009
My husband sometimes likes to poke fun at my “seemingly serious” wine analyses when I uncork a new bottle for the first time. He’ll pick up my glass, swirl it around, and say something like, “Oh, I think I am picking up scents of chewing tobacco, rotten prunes, and bacon,” or something to that effect. You get the picture: the man is hilarious, a regular comedian. I, however, do not get offended, and instead go about my lone tasting session in the kitchen while he walks away cracking up.