Riesling verses ‘fragrance of Rugby Sock’
January 2, 2008
Sauvignon Blanc, to me, is reminiscent of old damp rugby socks from the last game I played in 1957, combined with the pungent smell of cats piss.
This wine, to sell, has to be described as being “alive, zesty, tangy, fresh and light, yet with great intensity of classic regional herbal and green melon fruit flavours” (recent newspaper description). For goodness sake, how can anyone own up to recognising all those subtle and not so subtle flavour variations?
Dreadful people run around, noses stuck in Riedels espousing the wonders of this grape.
Wake up, smell the roses and enjoy a cold Clare, Barossa or Eden Valley Riesling that’s not trendy, just beautiful.
