Is it possible to describe wine in verse without sounding like an ass? I have yet to be convinced otherwise, but the notes do serve the purposes of comedy.
Here is one author’s description of the 2004 Alaia from Spain:
“dark garnet red color with a fairly light core going out into a fine pinkish rim definition with medium viscosity. On the nose, there is a blast of very meaty ripe red and black fruit, gamy hints of elder fruit, sloe clusters, crushed loganberries and hints of roast beef, violet pastilles and sweet licorice.
The palate is rich and ripe bursting with rustic black fruit flavors that intermingle with loganberries, bramble fruit and ripe raspberries. It shows interesting characteristics through the mid-palate with soft, almost silky smooth, tannins, that have just a touch of the French oak this wine was aged in. The powerful finish has tons of English licorice and star anise and good length.”
Loganberries? Crushed, of course! If my descriptions of wine ever turn this ridiculous, please call me out and make fun of me incessantly.