Ever since I was little sugar has affected me like a drug. I know everyone gets a little buzzy from sugar, but for me it's at another level. After a few "incidents" as a kid I was usually forbidden sweets before long car drives. As I got older and it became less acceptable to run back and forth yelling "Here come the Vikings! We will kill you!", the drug mostly expressed itself in uncontrollable verbosity, a pounding heart and the inevitable sugar-crashed endlessly drawn out fight with whoever was standing nearest. Unlike the goal of most recreational drugs, I don't actually like that feeling much. But...I do like sweet things! So mostly I make up for it by eating things laced with agave nectar or other unrefined sugars which at least slow down the rush.
All of this is to say that this is why I have always secretly loved dessert wines. Until hanging with these winos, it was really the only kind of wine I ever wanted to drink. I would get both the sweet kick and the mellowing alcohol, a perfect mixture. So despite the overload, tonight's tasting was a little bit of heaven (well, actually, a lot).
As a special bonus, a couple snippets of overheard Margaret wine poetry for the night (I awkwardly paraphrase):
This wine is like one of those dull kids who always says the wrong thing at the wrong time. Really tries hard to have fun with everyone but can't quite do it. (I think this was actually her favorite wine!)
This is like a guy who's hitting on you and is too confident. Knows he has lots of power and everything and expects you to be blown away. Well, fuck him.
And Cati:
It's like a paddle studded with diamonds that spell out "Sweet", and I keep getting hit hard with that paddle until it leaves "Sweet" imprinted in my skin.
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