98 to 99.
I’ve only known one person in my life who could nail it.
Real upper class upper east side snob.
Well wait. I had a paesano who made homemade wine and was pretty good at it.
Still, that’s my whole life..just 2.
now STEAK..their look kind of gives away what category it’s in...but I think I can tell the most expensive one ESPECIALLY if the price were Drastically different
the expensive one would melt in your mouth and be like an orgasm
Classic wines:
Ripple
Boone’s Farm Apple
Mother Goldstein’s Jewish Passover Wine
My dad made the strongest wine yearly. There is nothing I buy that comes even close to how good and strong his is. It makes me sad because I love cooking with wine.
I was invited to a friend's place for dinner with his Mom and some friends of hers...Phil and Sheila. Phil was an oenophile and loved to talk wine. Unknown to me, he had helped prepare cocktails and the wines for dinner, desert, etc.
When I arrived, we retired to the dining room and began our meal. The appetizers were served and wine was poured in the kitchen and served.
My friend's mom said, "I wonder Phil. Could you tell us the name and vintage of the wine being served?" Phil smiled and said, "Of course."
He then proceeded to lift his glass, smell the aroma after a swirl and then taking a sip. With a smile, he responded, "I believe it is a Puligny-Montrachet...perhaps 1971. No!...1973. Yes...1973." My friend's mom exclained, "Exactly right! Well done."
I was aghast and exclaimed, "That's amazing Phil! How did you do that? You clearly know your wines well."
He let go a belly laugh and said, "Elementary m'boy. You see...I'm the one who brought the wine!"
The whole scene was for my benefit and my "comeuppance" for being a bit late for supper. All had a laugh at my expense. Good fun.
The Bibulous Business of a Matter of Taste
by Dorothy L. Sayers, in the collection Lord Peter Views The Body...