Wine-Tasting

My neighbour dragged me out (again) for an evening of wine-tasting. I totally loved it. The host was amazing and knew so much about wine I was ready to jack in my job and become a wine-taster by the end of the night. I asked her for her opinion on Liebfraumilch, a beloved favourite I drank many a time on many a school trip to France and Germany in my early teens. Her opinion? 'It's disgusting and shouldn't be allowed'. I totally agree. I was also sat next to a Scot who shared the same surname as me, and knew the correct way to pronounce Kirkcaldy. A coincidence? I don't think so. There's so much I learned about tonight that I would like to share with you all but it's twenty past midnight in the early hours of Thursday morning, so maybe another time.