I went to my first real, live wine tasting over the 4th of July weekend at Wintergreen Winery. Rather, I should say my first wine tasting where I was legally allowed to try the wine. It wasn’t the fancy sort of wine tasting you might imagine. I kind of like it that it was casual instead. Not a whiff of that stereotypical attitude about wine. In fact, I was the only one there shoving my nose in the glass and ‘munching’ on the wine to see if I could figure out the mythical flavors (I’ve read that’s a good way to get the flavors on your tongue). I can’t. No matter how hard I try I can rarely tell if a wine is ‘good’ or not. I can tell if I like it. But I can’t tell you what went into making it good. I know all about the soil and how the elements are supposed to combine and give it a ‘hint of blackberry’ or whatever it may be. But I just can’t taste it. Or if I can it’s the horrible wines made from fruit. I can tell I don’t like those. I can tell that a wine is complex but I have no idea why. I can’t ever remember if a Chardonnay is dry or fruity. I usually just guess. I think it’s often got oak flavors, but I could be getting that confused. I can read poetry, Louis, but wine remains a mystery.