I’m leaving the cellar. I couldn’t find the sommelier. So I had to choose the wine myself. There were a thousand bottles down there! I opted for Côtes-de-Gascogne. She wanted white wine, so there shouldn’t be any problem I guess.
So I open the bottle in front of her. I’m not going to let her intimidate me. “Perhaps you could talk about the wine a little? That’s what normally happens. What is it?”
Wow! Now it is getting complicated. I’ll have to improvise! “It’s a light grape, but it’s got a punch. No sulfate, very little tannin, a fruity nose…”
“What? There’s no tannin in white wine…”
I don’t let my embarrassment show? I simply smile and pour a little wine in her glass so that she can taste it.
Ingrid brings the wine to her lips and pauses before pulling a face and spitting it out. “I
