In Italy it’s called bugiardino (meaning literally, the little liar), that apparently minuscule piece of paper, that once unfolded warns us of the contents, dosage, therapeutic usage and side effects of medicines.
For the moment, only for the moment, with wines we get by with labels that have to respect the law and common sense, to guide us to use it sensibly. But, really, he who has been to a wine-tasting course or those that find themselves having to taste wine in a professional manner, should know that there are times of the day that are better than others for our senses to enable us to understand this magic liquid to the full. The palate, the nose the senses have to also be absolutely free of interference. For example that coffee had just a moment before, that cigarette not to mention practically all foods of any nature or substance. Literally hard iron rules and contraindications so as not to jeopardise this act of tasting, this bud tickling, of what remains an exercise of judgment almost like in a polling station when one goes to vote in the elections.
But, seeing that Bacco, Tabacco e Venere, apart from leaving us in cinders, are absolutely our own personal choices in life that encounter one and another in every moment with resounding results, in my opinion, here I am at the end of each tasting, since as long as I can remember: I eat, I drink yet more wine and if I can, I’ll light up, and it goes down even more a treat, if I can revel in the company of one or more lovely lady.
After all, prohibition is the worst possibile incentive of good behaviour.
But I’ll read it, and you too dear friends, the ‘bugiardino’ with great attention as well as the labels on wine..except for the ones I make, those I trust.
For the moment, only for the moment, with wines we get by with labels that have to respect the law and common sense, to guide us to use it sensibly. But, really, he who has been to a wine-tasting course or those that find themselves having to taste wine in a professional manner, should know that there are times of the day that are better than others for our senses to enable us to understand this magic liquid to the full. The palate, the nose the senses have to also be absolutely free of interference. For example that coffee had just a moment before, that cigarette not to mention practically all foods of any nature or substance. Literally hard iron rules and contraindications so as not to jeopardise this act of tasting, this bud tickling, of what remains an exercise of judgment almost like in a polling station when one goes to vote in the elections.
But, seeing that Bacco, Tabacco e Venere, apart from leaving us in cinders, are absolutely our own personal choices in life that encounter one and another in every moment with resounding results, in my opinion, here I am at the end of each tasting, since as long as I can remember: I eat, I drink yet more wine and if I can, I’ll light up, and it goes down even more a treat, if I can revel in the company of one or more lovely lady.
After all, prohibition is the worst possibile incentive of good behaviour.
But I’ll read it, and you too dear friends, the ‘bugiardino’ with great attention as well as the labels on wine..except for the ones I make, those I trust.
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