Monsieur Orange and Mr. M. Jackson trade secrets.
A modest little dinner party just sort of happened last weekend involving these two, sarge, wendeep, myself, brie, a bocconcini basil salad, a block of meat we figure was lamb, gluten free spaghetti, and four bottles of wine, surprise, surprise.
M. Jackson brought the french: Domaine la Combe, vin de pays d'Herault, '06, 13%. He reported it to be "peppery".
Monsieur Orange offered up his current fancy: chianti. He says, "No body, easy... you drink it and you don't feel drunk, then you are... perfect!" "My new girl." This one happened to be Melini Chianti, 12.5%, '07.
I purchased Benjamin Nieto Senetiner Red Wine, Argentinian malbec, '08, and that seems to be all I have written in my notebook on the subject, I'm sure it was fine.
Mattress was in town this weekend and indulged us with two lovely performances and he brought a bottle up from the states which I traded him for a sample of Doi Chaang coffee. It turned out to be Yellow Tail shiraz-cab. Sheesh. When I was a kid I used to like cream soda, now I like wine. I honestly wonder if it is real. Surely they add an artifical vanilla flavouring. It was so gross, sip after sip just as bad as before, it tasted like melted candy-apple shells.
Good night.
-J. Floorburn
1 comment:
i think it turned out to be veal. anyway, that's goood coffee!
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