Taste and Other Tales
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TASTE AND OTHER TALES
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The author and his wife, Mike, his wife and daughter and a man called Richard Pratt, were having dinner at Mike’s as twice before.
Richard was an epicure, he loved food and wine.
Mike always played a betting game on Richard about what wine it was and Richard had always won.
The game was a pleasure for both. Mike was ready to lose the bet to prove his wine was recognized and Pratt loved showing his knowledge.
That night, he served a Mosel wine. A very unusual wine,`Geierslay Ohligsberg, 1945. It came from a very small village in the Mosel area in Germany, but only a little of this wine was produced
Mike waited for the moment Richard Pratt would drink his first drop but he was in a deep conversation with Louise, Mike’s 18 year old daughter. He leaned closer and closer to her but the poor girl leaned as far as she could from him.
The first course finished and the servant was ready to bring the second course, roast meat, when Mike said the best wine for this food was a claret. He had already opened it. It was on top of the green cupboard in his study, the best place in the house for a wine to reach room temperature.
Mike said it would be difficult to get it, but Richard finally bet the hand of Mike’s daughter in marriage if he could
The author saw something devil in Richard’s face.
Louise and her mother were against it. But Mike was as sure Richard couldn’t get it, as Richard was he could.
Mike told Louise she could own two properties, but she refused.
Finally, she accepted helplessly, as her father swore there was no danger of losing.
Richard was about 50, he didn’t have a pleasant face. It was all moth and lips. The typical face of a professional epicure.
He started smelling the wine carefully. Then the tasting process started. First he decided what area of Bordeaux it came from. It was far too light to be from St Emilian or Graves. It was obviously a Medoc. Then, from which part of Medoc it was. It couldn’t be a
TASTE AND OTHER TALES
TASTE
The author and his wife, Mike, his wife and daughter and a man called Richard Pratt, were having dinner at Mike’s as twice before.
Richard was an epicure, he loved food and wine.
Mike always played a betting game on Richard about what wine it was and Richard had always won.
The game was a pleasure for both. Mike was ready to lose the bet to prove his wine was recognized and Pratt loved showing his knowledge.
That night, he served a Mosel wine. A very unusual wine,`Geierslay Ohligsberg, 1945. It came from a very small village in the Mosel area in Germany, but only a little of this wine was produced
Mike waited for the moment Richard Pratt would drink his first drop but he was in a deep conversation with Louise, Mike’s 18 year old daughter. He leaned closer and closer to her but the poor girl leaned as far as she could from him.
The first course finished and the servant was ready to bring the second course, roast meat, when Mike said the best wine for this food was a claret. He had already opened it. It was on top of the green cupboard in his study, the best place in the house for a wine to reach room temperature.
Mike said it would be difficult to get it, but Richard finally bet the hand of Mike’s daughter in marriage if he could
The author saw something devil in Richard’s face.
Louise and her mother were against it. But Mike was as sure Richard couldn’t get it, as Richard was he could.
Mike told Louise she could own two properties, but she refused.
Finally, she accepted helplessly, as her father swore there was no danger of losing.
Richard was about 50, he didn’t have a pleasant face. It was all moth and lips. The typical face of a professional epicure.
He started smelling the wine carefully. Then the tasting process started. First he decided what area of Bordeaux it came from. It was far too light to be from St Emilian or Graves. It was obviously a Medoc. Then, from which part of Medoc it was. It couldn’t be a