If You're Going To Sleep In The Devil's Bed, You Might As Well Drink His Wine
So nice to relax with a glass of red wine after an arduous Civil Procedure class. I'm drinking Concha y Toro and appreciating words. Arduous--from Latin arduus
, high, steep. Michael Ignatieff describes the marriage ceremony as "that moment when falling in love is replaced by the arduous drama of staying in love."
Concha y Toro is the winemaker. The wine is Casillero del Diablo
. It's complex, which is a nice quality in a wine. That's true about it being complex (my dad will back me up on that) but it is difficult for me to take myself seriously when I am describing a wine.
Here's the thing. I was once a waiter at a froo-froo restaurant; didn't last long. The place served waaaaaaaay too many wines to keep track of and yours truly--enterprising young man that I was--quickly mastered the art of bullshitting wine descriptions. I notice some similarity between that and speaking in court, actually:
"Your honor, may it please the court, my client is fruity, smoky, well-balanced, round, and medium-bodied with firm tannins. I rest my case."
Anyway, about this C. del Diablo. I'm having the Cab Sauv right now but I've heard the Carménère is even better.