Though the students may have been away from their typical days of classrooms and homework, wine was still in their mind, as if whispered to them by an enigmatic and energetic professor. Due to the students fiduciary predicament, the decision was made to attempt a grand festive of wine but with cost being limited to under $10 for each adornment to such feast.
The wines, the corner stone of any festive included Veuve Du Vernay a Sparkling Wine Brut, Puente Real Albarino, and Hacienda Los Andres Rose. Each chosen to allow for experimentation of wines untasted before by the young lady and gentleman. Each containing unexplored adventures, belabored with unspoken obstacles.
To pair with each of the dubious wines, an accompaniment of watermelon, sweet roll of guava jam, and a staple of bread and butter were added to the table. The watermelon would prove to provide the sweetness, the bread and butter provided a fatty neutral tone to cleanse the pallet, and the sweet roll a place somewhere between the other two.
When the tasting commenced and the libations flowed into each chalice, the recollections varied. I will only proclaim my experiences from hence on. I first started with the Rose, it's cork noticeably crumbled on opening and the aroma was that of an unwashed man. The initial impression on flavor was not far off either, it was slightly sweet with a fruity. cherry flavor and a slight carboard after taste. When tried with watermelon the sweetness abated and left only a horrid taste. The bread and butter standing fast held it's ground as the palate cleanser and rebalanced the taste of the wine and even brought some deeper layers of the fruit. The Sweet roll fell to the same pitfalls of the watermelon and again made the Rose hard to stomach.
The second wine was the Alberino, who's aromatic presence was strong with olive oil and a tinge of grape. The flavor much to like the aroma, is what I imagine drinking a glass of olive oil to be, it was semi dry and lacking in depth. Unclear if a benefit or a con to this wine, the flavor more or less remained faithful no matter if tried with watermelon, bread, or the sweet roll. No matter the pairing, olives followed in step.
The final wine, the final dreadful potion, was the Sparkling Brut. The easiest to consume, the most expensive and potentially the most normal flavor of the trio. The Sparkling Brut was crisp, dry, and clean. This wine did not enjoy any sweetness that only embolden the dryness. The bread and butter paired much more tamely, brining out perhaps an ever so slight tinge of citric acidity. Over all, being the most expensive yet still under $10, this was the most pleasant to drink and perhaps like some potion of cleansing, released us of our writhing tongues of it's predecessors legacy.
