What Did You Taste?

Welcome to EDITION 732 of GRAPEVINE

There is too much wine in wine writing. And it’s hopelessly boring.

Save for a handful of writers, reading about wine is as exciting as going through what is written on a packet of cat food. At least the photograph of the cat is engaging.

Originality is the key to writing that entertains.

It is like a breath of fresh air. And sweeps us off our feet.

Champagne is a favourite wine.

The best definition of this moving drink is the one I read in a book by the late John Arlott (25 February 1914 – 14 December 1991).

Arlott on Wine was given to me by Hilary Smith, the neighbour of my house in France. The English lady received a bottle of bubbly in return but the exchange rate is in my favour as the Champagne has since been despatched but the book is still there in my bookcase.

The famous cricket commentator, poet and wine writer – who worked for the BBC and The Guardian – was not only witty but also gracious enough to give credit where credit is due. Arlott’s favourite definition of Champagne – and mine too since I read it – is attributed to a British schoolgirl who first tasted the tingling wine.

“Oh my goodness, It’s like tasting the colours of the rainbow!”.