“If anyone orders Merlot I am leaving. I am not drinking fucking Merlot!” One quote from a movie and I never drank Merlot again.
Sideways came out in 2004 and 10 years later my wine aptitude has increased marginally yet I still do not know why I too hate Merlot. My palate has come a long way since my college days when I used to bong MD 20/20 (kiwi strawberry) but at present, I am not, nor do I want to become, a smug wine connoisseur.
However, somewhere between Miles’ expertise “A little citrus. Maybe some strawberry. Mmm. Passion fruit, mmm, and, oh, there’s just like the faintest soupçon of like, uh, asparagus, and, there’s a, just a flutter of, like a, like a nutty Edam cheese” and Jack’s ignorance, “Tastes pretty good to me,” is me.
Momentary pause to state that the similarities between Miles, the aspiring writer and alcoholic and myself are purely coincidental.
Since last August when I went to my first winery in Napa for a friend’s wedding, I have visited wineries from around the globe to drink and learn more about wine in order to give you a substantiated reason as to why you should never drink White Zin.
