The sommelier pours almost no wine into the man's wineglass. The man lifts the glass to his nose inhaling once, deeply, and once again. Eyelids flutter, pause at just ajar as he gathers wits and forces. Now, between thumb and forefinger at arm’s length, to the chandelier, he swizzles the ruby red puddle like a goldfish by its tail. Now keep an eye on the glass while it executes an Eighteenth Century curtsy, prettily down and elegantly back up to his sentient lips.
Wow, this is so good, funny (and kind of ouch - this could be an exact description of how my father tasted wine). This in particular struck me: "he swizzles the ruby red puddle"...such a great combination of words and fun to read out loud.
Wow, this is so good, funny (and kind of ouch - this could be an exact description of how my father tasted wine). This in particular struck me: "he swizzles the ruby red puddle"...such a great combination of words and fun to read out loud.