This is funny. Short back story, bear with me. My German Grandmother made her own wine. White in the spring (from possibly wildflowers and weeds) and in the fall a big red, good for making potroast and would put hair on your head, As a small child I got a glass too, watered down with a spoon of sugar. ( no parent police back then)
Anyway, every afternoon she would sit on her porch with her wine and a piece of bread. I have carried on this tradition, only with a small bowl of popcorn.
Because of the pandemic I am ordering mine on line to be delivered. I’m picking at random, and today’s was a Rose from Spain.
I opened it and it smelled of Peaches and something else. I had my daughter and SIL smell it too. I tasted it and it tasted of peaches and…something. Then it hit us. It smelled like peaches and cat urine!Tasted like…I guess thats what it tastes like. I poured it out and opened a nice Rose from the Willamite Valley.
This is funny. Short back story, bear with me. My German Grandmother made her own wine. White in the spring (from possibly wildflowers and weeds) and in the fall a big red, good for making potroast and would put hair on your head, As a small child I got a glass too, watered down with a spoon of sugar. ( no parent police back then)
Anyway, every afternoon she would sit on her porch with her wine and a piece of bread. I have carried on this tradition, only with a small bowl of popcorn.
Because of the pandemic I am ordering mine on line to be delivered. I’m picking at random, and today’s was a Rose from Spain.
I opened it and it smelled of Peaches and something else. I had my daughter and SIL smell it too. I tasted it and it tasted of peaches and…something. Then it hit us. It smelled like peaches and cat urine!Tasted like…I guess thats what it tastes like. I poured it out and opened a nice Rose from the Willamite Valley.