Tales of wine tasting
So I finally decided to accompany my husband on a wine tasting tour to Yarra valley in NSW in Australia. As we started looking at the adverts boasting of adventurous journey through the forests, mountain ranges and the vineyards of Victoria, it became all the more enticing for us to set on this remarkable journey we were expecting to experience.
We started our day early around 6.30 am in Oz winter, with our well suited attire that winter forces us. Wondering now that a long coat could do all the wonders, why worry about dressing appropriately for the weather. But really I didnt see Oz mate sporting the coat either. I saw many women wearing tights underneath summer dress with chic scarf. Guys would approve these women to be really hot.
Our tour guide didn't arrive until 8.30 am , so we decided to explore St. Paul's Cathedral opposite to Flinders Street Station. During my stay in Australia, I learnt that constructional plans for this 103 year old building got exchanged for magnificient Mumbai's Victoria Terminus in India.
After picking a few other companions and a 55 minute relaxing ride to unspoilt greenery, lushing vineyards and heavenly backdrop sightings, we reached at the first winery Domaine Chandon.
By this time I was completely convinced by amazing company we had on tour, that this was the favorite time of the day for booze. Yes, indeed, 10 a.m was just the best time to start my favorite activity.
After a detailed tour of the vineyard and cellar door with insight to how grapes are handpicked, fermentation units and yeast is removed from the wine bottles, our group of 8 people arrived at the wine tasting bar. With mostly locals and my Connosieur husband, I felt a bit inadequate in expertise in this widely known and enjoyed area.
Now here I was indulging in an expensive endeavor with no expertise; the next best move was to really learn the palate on my own by trying a different varietal each time.
I was experiencing a hangover in my head for why would a non drinker land up here. Yes I did, and I didn't had enough courage to not raise up a toast, decline a sparkling glass of wine after a sophisticated tutored information about the wine, and was unprepared to face bewilderness of women my Grandma's age soaking in thoroughly.
After a thorough mastery of Pinot Noir, Chardonay, Shiraz , Tempurilina and more, I was more than prepared to taste these amazing wines. As everybody started enjoying the exquisite, expensive and immersing experience, I was on a lookout for my husband who seemed to enjoy the richness of the offerings and had completely forgotten the miseries of a married men. After he emptied his first glass of sparkling wine, I discreetly passed my lip touch glass in exchange of my husband's limpid goblet. Aah, what a relief for me I conquered as a practitioner in others' eyes and as a wine afficianado.
I kept checking on my daughter occasionally who was busy reading her new found love in Finding Dory, thanks to Ellen show for promoting it so well to pester me into buying one for her. I would say I wasn't amazed at seeing her unmoved indulgence but she made me quite comfortable at the tour by acknowledging my sole purpose for this one. " Go on mum, carry on with wine tasting. I am doing fine." I must admit I felt scandalous.
The elegant journey with a twirl in a glass followed by regurgitation in tract follwed by an ocassional spit in a spitoon and more often covert exchanges had just started. After tasting 8 different wines in the first winery, we paved our way to the next vineyard for more discernable experiences of fruity to earthy, pleasant to dry. Until now, I never knew of taste as a complex sense. The thought of visiting five to six wine tasting in each sessions and 4 more wineries to visit was making me dizzy and I had no clue how will I be able to sustain with my secret mission until then.
Although I didn't really much appreciate the taste of wine anticipated by the aromas, a hedonistic way of enjoying the wine to the fullest but I think this tour made me tad bit adept in gustatory delights. I am seriously thinking of taking up a strategic role as a wine sommelier in future crossing road with a firm crisp full bodied experience.
So I finally decided to accompany my husband on a wine tasting tour to Yarra valley in NSW in Australia. As we started looking at the adverts boasting of adventurous journey through the forests, mountain ranges and the vineyards of Victoria, it became all the more enticing for us to set on this remarkable journey we were expecting to experience.
We started our day early around 6.30 am in Oz winter, with our well suited attire that winter forces us. Wondering now that a long coat could do all the wonders, why worry about dressing appropriately for the weather. But really I didnt see Oz mate sporting the coat either. I saw many women wearing tights underneath summer dress with chic scarf. Guys would approve these women to be really hot.
Our tour guide didn't arrive until 8.30 am , so we decided to explore St. Paul's Cathedral opposite to Flinders Street Station. During my stay in Australia, I learnt that constructional plans for this 103 year old building got exchanged for magnificient Mumbai's Victoria Terminus in India.
After picking a few other companions and a 55 minute relaxing ride to unspoilt greenery, lushing vineyards and heavenly backdrop sightings, we reached at the first winery Domaine Chandon.
By this time I was completely convinced by amazing company we had on tour, that this was the favorite time of the day for booze. Yes, indeed, 10 a.m was just the best time to start my favorite activity.
After a detailed tour of the vineyard and cellar door with insight to how grapes are handpicked, fermentation units and yeast is removed from the wine bottles, our group of 8 people arrived at the wine tasting bar. With mostly locals and my Connosieur husband, I felt a bit inadequate in expertise in this widely known and enjoyed area.
Now here I was indulging in an expensive endeavor with no expertise; the next best move was to really learn the palate on my own by trying a different varietal each time.
I was experiencing a hangover in my head for why would a non drinker land up here. Yes I did, and I didn't had enough courage to not raise up a toast, decline a sparkling glass of wine after a sophisticated tutored information about the wine, and was unprepared to face bewilderness of women my Grandma's age soaking in thoroughly.
After a thorough mastery of Pinot Noir, Chardonay, Shiraz , Tempurilina and more, I was more than prepared to taste these amazing wines. As everybody started enjoying the exquisite, expensive and immersing experience, I was on a lookout for my husband who seemed to enjoy the richness of the offerings and had completely forgotten the miseries of a married men. After he emptied his first glass of sparkling wine, I discreetly passed my lip touch glass in exchange of my husband's limpid goblet. Aah, what a relief for me I conquered as a practitioner in others' eyes and as a wine afficianado.
I kept checking on my daughter occasionally who was busy reading her new found love in Finding Dory, thanks to Ellen show for promoting it so well to pester me into buying one for her. I would say I wasn't amazed at seeing her unmoved indulgence but she made me quite comfortable at the tour by acknowledging my sole purpose for this one. " Go on mum, carry on with wine tasting. I am doing fine." I must admit I felt scandalous.
The elegant journey with a twirl in a glass followed by regurgitation in tract follwed by an ocassional spit in a spitoon and more often covert exchanges had just started. After tasting 8 different wines in the first winery, we paved our way to the next vineyard for more discernable experiences of fruity to earthy, pleasant to dry. Until now, I never knew of taste as a complex sense. The thought of visiting five to six wine tasting in each sessions and 4 more wineries to visit was making me dizzy and I had no clue how will I be able to sustain with my secret mission until then.
Although I didn't really much appreciate the taste of wine anticipated by the aromas, a hedonistic way of enjoying the wine to the fullest but I think this tour made me tad bit adept in gustatory delights. I am seriously thinking of taking up a strategic role as a wine sommelier in future crossing road with a firm crisp full bodied experience.
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