When we arrived, the host gave us champagne. Good. Liked it, drank two glasses. Then the entertainment began.
The first flight:
The whites. It is the lessor of two evils. I really enjoyed the third selection which was a German Riesling wine. It was sweet and slightly fizzy, but not to the extreme of champagne or sparkling wine.
The last one of this flight was a rose from California that smelled like cake batter and tasted like ass.
Now, at most wine tastings, you are supposed to sip, taste, and then spit into a bucket on the table -- like this one:
We don't spit in Winona. It's tacky. In Winona, after a flight you got this (oh, and it is tacky to waste as well):
The second flight:
I am not a fan of the reds, but I will drink a glass of Shiraz with dinner. My favorite wine of the entire night: Quinta Do Crasto LBV Port from Portugal. I finished mine and everyone else's before I left. I became quite tipsy because unlike normal wine, port, has 20 percent alcohol which is 40 proof.
I tried taking more pictures, but I decided to put my camera away so the Baptists could quit hiding under the tables.
I wonder if a beer tasting will ever come to Winona? Or a gin tasting? With tonic. And lime. Here's wishing!