A new kind of Hostage Wine

On this board Hostage Wine traditionally means, you have to buy five cases of our X wine to get three bottles of our Y wine, this happens both to consumers and to retailers all the time. But using the word Hostage in that sense is hyperbolic, allegorical, nonliteral. I’m talking about the real thing, think whatever Hostage movie you last saw…i.e…

Wines that literally, physically, keep you prisoner because they showed up this week and you dropped them somewhere temporarily convenient and now they block access to all of your other boxes so you’ve been drinking nothing but those wines for the last two weeks because moving those boxes to get at your real cellar (or to get at something that qualifies guilt-free as a House Wine, a wine you love under $20 or 25)… isn’t worth it right now. So you can’t otherwise justify drinking at that level on a weeknight but you can justify how important it is to dig your way out of a snowbank when you might otherwise suffocate…

I am presently held hostage by boxes of Rhys in my bedroom and a big box of Thomas in the corner of my dining room. My real wines are blocked by Burgundies, good and mediocre, that are not yet fit to drink.

Therefore…

I’ve gone through a lot of very recently released 2012 Thomas and Rhys Various lately.

BTW as to 375’s…the Horseshoe 2012 Chardonnay, if you didn’t get it in 375’s for your personal use… Dude/Dudette (the latter if Linda Baehr is reading this…everyone else here seems to be a guy)…you blew it. I have learned that I need to buy 375’s, NOT to “start with a glass or two of this” with a person of romantic interest, rather, for YOU and YOU ALONE when no one is watching…it’s perfect!!! (For some reason 375’s always seem less than half of a 750)

^^^^ I’m pretty sure this is a drunk post.

And funny too!

Ahhh…my own 375 ml personally bottled bottle of Rhys Horseshoe Chardonnay 2012…just for me…ahhh…

As for Joel, how dare you. Most of the words are spelled right. Because of Spellcheck, but still.

I’ve had a couple of those Rhys Horseshoe 375s on my counter for the past week (put the rest away, quite efficiently I might add [dance2.gif] ). They’re so adorable!

Glad to know I should actually drink one - thanks, George.

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John, it’s like having your own private little friend. Kind of like a crack pipe or a Cohiba Siglo VI.

John seriously wine-wise I found prior vintages of the Horseshoe chard (maybe compared to the crisper Alpine) too “open”, which makes them great in 750’s to share amongst a varied crowd, but more of a meal than an intellectual experience when tasted contemplatively. But to me the 2012 Horseshoe is different, fully satisfying now but nothing…this is a harsh word…blowsy about it…not “tropical”, something that is good only in an under- $20 sauvignon blanc for my palate. In short, addictive in a good way.

Something a man, a real man, should drink alone, to wash the weeks of desert dust away, brow knitted, thinking of women and glasses of beer, closing his eyes as the dogies retire, sings out a song which is soft but it’s clear, as if maybe someone could hear…while smoking a cheroot, hand just above the pearl handled grip of the gun, the serape pushed away, the squint negating the glare of the Mexican sun…

Or…“Honey try this! I think you’d like it! No? I’m sorry!”

Andy stay out of this. Port is the devil for men drinking alone. Too complex, too delicious, too much alcohol to maintain a straight face.

George is the resident poet at WB. His notes are layered like a silky Chambolle!

John F., my writing style is a self-effacing way of expressing my true thoughts without sounding more knowledgeable than I am. I am a thumbs up thumbs down fan of wine, bigtime, and hope to be the dorky St. Bernard in the room.

In other words…“I really like this and I don’t know why so there’s only one thing to do…INTERNET”

Keep it up G! Great stuff.

Thank you Clint Taylor [cheers.gif]

(Alan: cue Enrico Morricone hummed by John Denver)

And his eyes are glazed like a Krispy Kreme.

Real men drink Port [bye.gif]

Me thinks George is trying to become the Jamie Manley of WB. :wink:

Please no. Anything but that. [wink.gif]

As a matter of principle, I never offer any wine to my hostages. I’m afraid they’d become to attached to my wine seller and want to come back.

And here I was thinking the good Mr. Chadwick was referring to this…

http://www.hostagewines.com

It assumed it was more along the lines of his wife saying “okay honey, you clean the garage or this Burgundy gets it in the neck!”

But I suffer from this as well. When invited to dinner my usual offer is “I’ll bring something that’s conveniently located when I get to my locker”.