Posts tagged with syrah
… is basically just like my parents’ blackcurrant jelly
… smells like Bulgarian woodsmoke in August; smells like respite from the guilt of being A Bit Shit With Bulgarian Orphans; smells like charmingly self-indulgent adolescent ennui
… is like inhaling the contents of a bouquet garni. In a damned good way, let me add
… is an alluringly androgynous wine — the result of some white grape on red grape action — and is bloody nice for it
In which our intrepid hero subjects himself to the horror (the horror!) of three revolting sold-by-the-plastic-cup specimens from Marks & Spencer: Le Froglet Rose, Chardonnay and Shiraz. A truly gruelling experience.
… is an honest (if brusque) young peasant of a wine
… in which Old Parn chronicles his imbibitions during a brief sojourn to the city of Marrakech in Morocco — including Medaillon Sauvignon Blanc and Cabernet Sauvignon
… will seduce you with a heady waft of fruit, then pull you up, slap you and strap you, look you fucking DEAD in the eye and ask you: ‘Do you think you’re hard enough?’
… is an absolute pleasure to hang out with: excellent company. No fart jokes.