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Ten years ago my wife received an attractive job offer from a Cincinnati corporation. My heart softened toward the idea of relocating when I saw an advertisement for Oktoberfest Zinzinnati. In my wine-centric mind, I became convinced it was an offshoot of the Munich festival fueled by zinfandel instead of beer. Progressive!
I’ve just poured a glass of white wine for a friend. I told him what it was as I served it—perhaps a tactical error. It is a German riesling labeled “Trocken,” a classification that means it is so dry it can make your mouth feel like it’s a quart low. It’s an extraordinary wine, with fine balance and beautiful aroma. So now he sniffs. He swirls. He sniffs again. He takes a sip. Hmmm...he took his time, so maybe we’re on the same page. Wrong.
There are so many wines in the marketplace of too little variety that cost too much that I sometimes feel like it is raining the cold rain of sameness. My overdeveloped sense of injustice rears up at this, because while some of these wines may be worth it, at least half are not. How do you sift through the confusion?
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