OK ive got one for this thread that is way long overdue. But requires more than a simple review. I hope you find this entertaining
@sour_grapes. Been meaning to do this for a while.
In my house we have an understanding regarding the little wine stash. I keep the upstairs wine rack filled with commercial and homemade wines to grab at will. But there’s also bottles that are ‘hands off’ until I decide it’s time. And Heather is FULLY aware which bottles these are.
One night a few weeks ago we ended up in a HUGE fight that went through the afternoon into the night- with a few 1-2hr breaks of silence/avoiding in between rounds. Olivia was at a sleepover so it was just the 2 of us in the house. With home renovations, impulsive spending, and an emotional woman- arguments tend to happen.
Later on in the evening during a break in the action I walked into the kitchen and noticed she had opened a bottle of wine. But it was one of MY bottles I was saving! An Amarone sent from Mr.
@sour_grapes. With tensions already high this really set me off and another round began. Boxing fans refer to these as the “championship rounds”. When your not even arguing over the initial issue but rather the many regretful things said throughout.
After this action packed round I felt like I made my point we were back to silence. And in that moment my pride crept in and I refused to have a taste. I wanted the guilt to sink in for her.
So now we are in the same room sitting in silence. Opposite ends of the couch instead of the standard ‘legs across lap’ nightly routine. She’s sipping the Sour Grapes Amarone while I’m navigating through Netflix or something. I watch in anger as she takes each sip of this seemingly super dark wine. 30 min later still not a word was said and she takes the last sip from the glass. But initially looking over in anger had gradually shifted to jealousy. I’m dying at this point.
She gets up, goes to the kitchen and I hear another glass being poured. Comes back, sits down, and starts working on the 2nd glass. I couldn’t take it anymore and I finally broke the silence. So in a defeated monotone type of way I asked,
“So.... how is the w——“
And before I could even finish the question she blurts out “Oh my God it’s really really good. Do you want me to pour you a glass?”
Obviously I say “of course.” She comes back in, hands me the glass, sits on the couch, said our “I’m sorry’s”, stretches her legs to our assumed positions, and made up while polishing off the bottle of Sour Grapes Amarone together. —And then making up properly once finished
Not a typical wine review I’m aware. But then again it wasn’t just a typical bottle of wine.
P.S. The wine was outstanding! Nice and aired out by the time I had a glass ! Lol.