Have you ever started to drink a bottle of wine and cringed at the first sip? You battle through the first glass cursing yourself for not spending two euro more for something that was at least drinkable. A sour feeling coats your teeth and tongue, your stomach lurches, your oesophagus heaves. You persist. Halfway through the bottle you feel warm and reassured. That money you saved will go towards an extra drink at the bar, you think smugly. By the end of the bottle your friend asks for a sip, takes it into her mouth and promptly spits it out.
"JESUS FUCKING CHRIST. That wine is corked."
No? Me neither.
6 comments:
i, like you, learn these things the hard way.
Apparently a pure giveaway is the colour. Something you miss when you don't use a glass.
it comes in colours other than red, white and buckfast brown?
.....yellow?
Yellow indeed Rua.
It transpires that you can tell if wine is corked by the yellowish hue. Although this also appears to be a feature of wines from the lower price bracket.
ye, the rat piss tends to give it a certain 'je na sais que'...
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