Wine Fictions

 I often make myself the question on how would it be if I would now start drinking wine. Which wine would I choose first?  Would it taste any good? Would I ruin my whole experience by having an erroneous choice of a first wine? Being a Portuguese, the first choice would definitely go to a Portuguese wine, which is what had eventually happened with me. This was due to numerous reasons, being the main one the different taxing of Portuguese and foreign wines (13% vs 23%).  As I have moved to Germany I had the opportunity to get in touch with an international wine market and open my horizons to new kinds of wine.  The last one that has impressed me was this Chenin Blanc from India in what seems to be a most unlikely country to produce wine. Still, I found it quite refreshing a fairly good match for an evening at a local Indian restaurant where I have dived my senses in different kinds of pakoras and some extremely tasty samosas.  With predominant green notes and cit...

 After months of absence I am back to writing here after having recovered completely from Covid and, most important of all: having recovered my taste.  I have to admit that I got particularly worried as the first time I have tried to drink wine again the only thing I could feel in my palate was alcohol. No other taste was there to be identified than pure alcohol as if I would be drinking pure ethanol.  The strangest part of it was that I kept on tasting food, but not wine. Little by little I have managed to start reacquiring the capacity to recognize the primary tastes of wine and about a month later I could fully enjoy the pleasure of drinking wine. Once fit, I went to a wine seminar about Spanish wines and I came across this astonishing Ceres which has transported me to some of my early wine experiences with the Douro Valley region. Even though it is a 100% Tempranillo (which in Portugal is named Aragonez) its contact with wood has given it a rather smoky and cocoa note...