It took only one sip, and I became a wine lover. The red liquid in my glass had the vocabularies that described fine wines: bouquet, smoothness, complexity, burst of flavor, etc. These words, to my amazement, were real, not pretentious or highbrow descriptions, and I experienced all of them in one sip.
Interesting that until just a few days ago wine had little appeal to me. Maybe because the ones that I had tasted did not bring imagination into their formula. But this bottle of wine–and I can’t remember the name of it or the Oregon vineyard that produced it except that it had won awards–brought intrigues and pleasure to the palate simultaneously.
“This is art!” I exclaimed, helping myself to a third glass.
Morty, who brought the wine, was very pleased.
