2002-10-23 - 8:47 p.m. CalItalia 2002 TastingRegular readers of these pages know I am in love with red wine. So much so, in fact, that I created a diaryring in celebration of it, and have a tendency to engage in wine tasting 4 times in 14 days whenever given half a chance. The CalItalia tasting was wine tasting event #3 for me in a 14 day period that started with my latest NYC trip and ended with this past Saturday's Napa jaunt.
Highlights of the 2002 Cal Italia Tasting
My fave: Shypoke
Second fave: Il Podere dell Olivos Other faves:
Chameleon
Cosentino
Deerfield Ranch
Dusinberre
Flora Springs
Trentadue The rest of my list...to come later this week...too tired to transcribe all those notes right now. Overall, guess I tasted just over 50 wines, mostly sangiovese, with some barbera and charbono mixed in... Thanks to only taking tiny sips and eating a good amount of the gourmet treats scattered about, including a cute little brioche from Baker's of Paris (I miss their Haight Street shop), I was able to pour (and drink) sangiovese for 2.5 hours after my tasting whirlwind. A guy pouring for one of his friend's winery amused me greatly by hitting on me in the most dense, clueless fashion. As he got more inebriated over the course of the afternoon, he became ever more bold and excessive in his behavior. His married friend who additionally hit on me (while mentioning his wife) added to the overall charm of the situation for me and the lucky spectators. But hey, they were drunk -- it was likely a reflex on the married guy's part. (That's what I always tell myself.) When I didn't warm to his charms, or answer his "so what do you do with yourself when you're not pouring wine?" question, he grabbed my left hand and said "well, you're not married..." to which my quick retort was "not currently". I forget that such a sassy comeback is frequently seen as a sign of interest. Clearly, I lack dating (avoidance) savvy. The funny thing is, after I finally successfully shot him down, and he finally removed himself from my side of the table (though not without grabbing hold of my shoulders and giving me a squeeze, but, thankfully, no attempted lip action), a gentleman I'd been chatting with while pouring my table's selection and who watched the entire exchange said "You have to give him credit for knowing what he wants and going after it." I have to agree. Though I wasn't impressed with his drunken boasting regarding his disposable income, I did appreciate his tenacity. I could've done without the physical contact. For the record, had the quiet, charming, unassuming wine consultant who I'd spent the afternoon chatting with asked me out, I would've said yes. But he lacked the gumption he admired in my drunken admirer, and thus lost out. Why didn't I ask him out? I can never pick up marriage/relationship signals from men, or even remember to check for a wedding ring...
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