The perils of buying wine

I couldn’t decide if this belonged here or on my other blog, which you’ll find at

http://messingaboutinthekitchen.wordpress.com/

On balance it’s here. Messing about… while written in my usual knockabout style, is actually about cooking and things people might like to do. This post definitely doesn’t fit that mould.

I’m not going to give any advice on what to buy. However if you visit

http://knackeredmotherswineclub.blogspot.co.uk/

there’s some excellent and very down to earth advice

Oh, all right, I will give some advice. Do not buy retsina. The origins of this oenological abomination are largely anecdotal, but however it came about, the idea of adding pine resin to wine is not one of the world’s most inspired. You can use it to revarnish your fence if someone turns up at your house with a bottle, and it gets left at the end of a long night. If you do find yourself desperate and drinking it, expect a nuclear hangover next day. Bear in mind that retsina was implicated in the deaths of Eric I of Denmark, and Sigard I of Norway. Those Nordic lads could stick it away, and if they could survive a night on mead or heather beer, then succumb to the toxic effects of retsina… Draw your own conclusions.

Personally, I avoid any bottle with any of the following words – Blue Nun, Black Tower, Riesling, Piesporter, Niersteiner. They all taste of elderflowers marinaded in diluted, sweetened nitric acid. Gewurztraminer does what it says on the bottle; it’s descriptive of the diabolical after-effects on your digestive tract. Why don’t they call it ‘katzenjammer’ and have done with it?

My view is to buy what you like. This has the added bonus of having to try lots, since there are so many out there.

Where to buy wine

It is really very hard to buy a bad bottle of wine these days. You may find the odd bottle of Latvian sauternes in your corner shop, but any decent supermarket has a bewildering range of good wines. Even the shop at my local garage does a very decent shiraz for under a fiver.

Where not to buy wine

There are some places that may make you think twice.

Desperate Dan’s Discounter Drink

You’ll find these sorts of places in small trading estates on the outskirts of most towns. These are not the big wine warehouses, such as Majestic (if they still exist); they operate out of a glorified lockup. The sign may well be neon, and there’s an additional red flag if all four of the alliterative words radiate off a single oversized initial D.

Desperate Dan discounts his stock for a very good reason; nobody would buy it at full price.

For VAT purposes, Dan runs a spinoff operation, Wild Willy’s Wine Wonderland. You’ll find this in a railway arch between a pine furniture outlet and a panel beaters/sprayshop. When you find it, walk away again.

Any shop that has a sign declaring ‘Newsagent Tobacconist Confectionery Stamps Top up cards Mobile phones unlocked Wire money home from here Cheapest International Phone Rates! Fax Photcopy Internet Access Off Licence.

His heart isn’t in it.

Some wine merchants

This is odd but true. A visit to a wine merchant can be an edifying experience, but you’ll tend to come out having spent a bit more than you intended to. However, there are two types of men who own wine merchants. One is slightly chubby, ruddy of face, has a nose like a strawberry, and smells strongly of his stock by about 11 in the morning. You can trust him.

The other is a tall, cadaverously thin, stooped, deathly pale individual of ascetic mien. Do not trust him.

Also do not trust a wine merchant where the owner is out on a tasting and has left his Goth or Emo son in charge. You won’t get much good advice. Nor from a biker who’ll suggest that a bottle of Thunderbird and a couple of black bombers will sort you out, my son.

An off licence that’s in the middle of a deserted inner city shopping mall built in the sixties

It will be the only going concern, all the other shops being burnt out or sporting graffiti-tagged riot shutters. There’ll be a couple of teens hanging round on BMX bikes, ready to drop off drugs for the local Mr Big, who may well own the off licence as a front for his pimping activities.

Inside, the stock is all behind the counter, which has a security grille running up to the ceiling. Transactions are carried out via one of those vertical V-shaped trapdoors such as you find on clothing banks. Fortunately the decision processes are kept to a minimum. Do I want the Lambrini, the pink Pomagne, or the Kestrel Super? Maybe I’ll splurge and have the Buckfast Abbey. Though the three litre bottles of White Lightning cider look good, don’t they?

Then you’ll get mugged on the way out by a couple of crackheads.

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6 thoughts on “The perils of buying wine”

  1. Well, besides you and Trent mentioning the haikus about beer, no one boldly stated the fact that you were most certainly a “winer”. You really are into the world of alcohols!!!

  2. Do you take pleasure raining on other people’s parades?

  3. WordsFallFromMyEyes said:

    I had no idea what retsina is. Now I do!

    (always knew what wine was…)

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