Damn the vintage, just pass the Pinot
Hitting the bottle should be one of life's simple pleasures so why do men make it so bloody complicated?
Sunday March 13, 2005
The Observer
I
was so very glad to hear that women are fuelling the new boom in UK
wine sales. Having contributed to the spiralling sales figures
substantially, I was hardly amazed by the news that me and my sort
downed nearly 600 million bottles of fermented grape last year
(compared to the paltry 400 million consumed by our male equivalents).
But I was definitely gratified by the indisputably official nature of
the stats. This is because I believe that wine is the rightful property
of the ladies. Never mind Sideways. Never mind ‘emotional connections
with Pinot’. Never mind that the vast majority of vintners and tasters
and sommeliers are men.
Men
spoil wine. They take it too seriously. They want to master it. They
want to dress it up in mystery and tradition, and imbue it with
intrinsic maleness so that they can be superior about it. Men reach a
certain age – 34 or so – and stop thinking they know how to play the
guitar, or how to DJ, and start thinking instead that they ‘know’ wine.
They stop default-ordering the House option in restaurants, and start
asking for ‘the list’. They start thinking stuff is corked. They start
believing that creating a big fat scene about the suspected corking,
will prove how jolly Alpha and male they are. They hold forth at length
about how they despise Pinot Grigio because it ‘doesn’t taste of
anything much’.
Men
don’t understand that wine is not about this. Wine is actually just for
the drinking, and for the being drunk. That’s why it was invented. Men
want to take the joy out of wine, and replace it with snobbery,
superciliousness, and another opportunity for sexism. Women, on the
other hand, just want to drink it until they feel like singing Wichita
Linesman, crying, and/or texting someone they shouldn’t. There now
follows a thinking girl’s guide to buying, drinking and properly
enjoying wine.
1)
When choosing a bottle, ask yourself the following questions: red or
white? (Your response will be primarily influenced by how badly red
stains your teeth); should it cost more than six quid in a shop, £12 in
a bar? (Yes, probably. There’s not being snobby, which we approve of,
but there’s also being tight, which we definitely don’t approve of);
does it have a funny name, something that you can make increasingly
slurry jokes about over the course of an evening? (I like the
Californian Tierra Area for this, because it sounds like Tina Arena who
sang Chains, which I too like to sing when under the influence, along
with You’re So Vain and, of course, Wichita Linesman.
2)
Three ‘new standard’ 175ml glasses qualify as an official binge drink.
I support binge drinking as a statement of post-feminist empowerment,
so you should see this as an aim, rather than a limit.
3)
A lady will always get more drunk if she goes for ‘just one’, than if
she accepts she’s there for the long haul. This is because Just Oners
turn down offers of stomach-lining chips and hummus dips on arriving at
bars, on the basis that they’re ‘about to get a bus at any moment’.
They’re not.
4)
Vodka removes red wine stains from off-white sofas, carpets, and lovely
eau de nil jersey cocktail dresses much more effectively than either
salt or soda water.
5)
There’s absolutely nothing wrong with liking either Chardonnay or Pinot
Grigio. They’re both very pleasant but were cast out to the hinterlands
of fashionable drinking by men because ladies liked them, which
instantly made men think they couldn’t be good. It’s time to reclaim
them.
6) Same applies to rosé. Men think it’s crap, because it’s pink. It’s actually distilled essence of very nice summer holiday.
7) Sea sickness pills ease hangovers.
8)
This summer’s wedge is a good wine-drinking shoe. It has flattering,
calf-elongating properties, and provides useful stability that standard
high heels do not.
9)
It is not at all bad to pop out for a last-minute bottle of Wednesday
Night Red, dressed only in pyjama bottoms, Uggs and a Parka. Au
contraire, it is charming, devil-may-care and rather French. Boyfriends
who say, ‘You look a bit mental,’ are wrong.
10) Wine is not an intellectual pursuit. It is for fun.
HOW VERY TRUE.
On March 5th 2005 Greg Trott passed away after a long battle with cancer. Greg Trott was the force behind Wirra Wirra wines in Mclaren Vale, South Australia.
