This is the last column from me here, for the known future at least. Which, let’s be honest, is nowhere past my first cup of coffee tomorrow morning. It’s been a blast. Or, as much of a blast as a wine column can be. I have stood on a soapbox a couple times and railed against the insidiously commercial, cynically sweet, and risibly reduced-alcohol wines that plague our shelves.
While I was away in the Drakensburg trying to survive for a week on only box wine, a little pile up of samples built up back at home. In this week’s column I go through them at let you know what they’re like.
I am sure that for every sensible word written about wine, Public Relation teams issue out 100 silly ones. Luckily conscientious writers shield the broader public from much of this hyperbolic guff, however, some of it does slip through on back labels, and boy, is it a load of tripe.
Never have I drunk so much wine without hearing that singular thudding pop of a cork, a sound as comforting as a mother’s voice, or the gentle breathing of a lover as s/he sleeps against your chest. I did and it made me sad
I remember reading this in the Onion once: “The quality of wine is inversely proportional to the ferocity of the animal on the label.” Sadly for South Africa, we have many animal labels. Producers, it seems, think that they can bottle any crap and then throw on a cutesy label and all is forgiven.
A few columns back I mentioned the RE:CM 10 year old wine awards, and how some of the wines I tasted during the judging (I was filming not judging) were not very good. I couldn’t mention the best ones, as the results had not yet been made public. I can now talk freely as the awards have been handed out.
Fear not, I will not be ranting here. I will not spend 1000 words frothing at the keyboard about the abysmal, facile, corporate, lackluster, insulting, sell-out winelists that do not deserve the bad laminating they have.
I have been thinking quite a lot about Pinot Noir lately after having written an article on the grape for a local magazine. I feel that I can usefully reconstitute some of those points here in slightly stronger language.
I had a new wine experience this past weekend. I wish this meant tasting a new exotic variety, or an ancient vintage, or even just a good Pinotage. But no, it was far more banal than any one of those, it was a trip to the Wade Bales Society wine sale.
I do not lay awake at night wondering about the permutations of whether Oscar Pistorious shoots with or without prosthetics, I do not toss and turn weighing in my mind the quality of Lindiwe Mazibuko’s State of the Nation Address rebuttal, nor do I consider whether Vernan Philander can bowl better. No friends, I ask myself how can I get more people drinking wine
This week’s column may come across as slightly schizophrenic. I have some thoughts on older wines and a wine recommendation. They are totally unrelated.
Wine judging is a strange endeavor. As weird, I imagine, as the judging at country fairs of jams, tarts, cakes, flower arrangements, and whatever other product of pastoral hobbies are put forward.
When inspiration in wine deserts me, I can always trust in pure anger at stupidity. Unfortunately there is never a lack of that. The stupidity currently on my mind is any talk about a boycott of South African wines as a response to the recent farm worker strikes.
Working straight from Basic Instinct, a Serbian prank-TV show managed to get their Prime minister, Ivica Dačić, to be interviewed by a model wearing no underwear. You can all see where this is going.
A huge number of American Facebook users received an email recently that they probably deleted imagining it came from a cash-strapped Nigerian Prince, but the email promising them $10 was real.
It’s the hot new video app from twitter that allows you to share six second videos. Of course porn immediately got shared, followed quickly by advertisers publishing videos. But how the hell do you use it?
Taking a decidedly Apple-like approach to marketing, the creators of the Steve Jobs film, ‘iJOBS’ have released a sneak preview to drum up excitement. It seems to be having the desired effect.
Riesling. What a grape. I wonder how much you’ve had? Probably not enough. I know I haven’t. The wines of the Riesling grape are hard to have too much off. It is another type of wine in South Africa that is on the up, if a bit slower than Riesling lovers would like; but then all things vinous are slow.
Those pesky North Koreans are at it again. We don’t mean discovering unicorn lairs, or handing out kilograms of candy, no we mean nuclear testing, with rockets, aimed at the United States of America.
What is the headquarters of an intelligence agency supposed to look like? Should they be far from the prying eyes of terrorists and evil geniuses; or should they be dominant structures proclaiming their existence to the world?
Amanda Seyfried’s “Lovelace” debuts at the Sundance Film Festival this week. In the film she plays famed porn star Linda Lovelace, best known for 1972′s “Deep Throat”, and later as an anti-porn activist. This clip is the first of the film to be released, and shows Seyfried playing Lovelace in a photo shoot. The film follows the [...]
Google is looking to change the password game. No longer will you have to remember complex password phrases, or give away incredibly stupid ones (password1, w’re looking at you), but simply tap a ring on a computer, or insert a USB drive.
In the world’s biggest economies Johannesburg rates as the 7th most polluted air. The title of most polluted city goes not to Beijing as most would imagine, but the city ofLudhiana in India.
Your life get’s flipped turned upside down. The funny geeky fellows over at YouTube channel collectivecadenza decided to find out, and ran the Fresh Prince’s iconic rap through five of the world’s most used languages, and then back to English.
Well this is just plan ridiculous. Eyewitness News is reporting that policemen in Johannesburg are harassing owners of high-performance cars for rides in exchange not reporting their high-speed antics.
Lindsay Lohan, everybody’s favourite Hollywood train-wreck wasn’t at the Golden Globes last night (insurance wouldn’t cover it) but she was tweeting up a storm to her 4,8 million followers.
It’s tough for everybody at the moment. It’s harder to get a home loan, increase your credit limit, or to hijack a supertanker. That’s the word from Somali pirate Mohamed Abdi Hassan — also known as “Afweyne,” or “Big Mouth” – who is quitting the game.
The London Underground turned 150 yesterday. That’s a hell of a lot of underground travelling. The Telegraph put together a fantastic list of facts and figures about the world’s oldest underground railway.