Wicked cool idea, Todd!
@ToddFrench did you supply ChatGTP with links to some of these users posts and did you allow ChatGPT to somehow search the forum for posts by user name. Interesting
It is not trained on our way of writing.
It is just scrapping the page for context information. So it won’t really get close.
You could however make it write like a person by doing specific training on that persons posts. Not sure why anyone would bother with the time needed to do so though 
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There is a web search prompt option. Makes it able to try and extract context information. This makes it able to “answer” questions that requires more up-to-date data than the LLM is trained on.
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accurate, informative explanations suck. Begone computer science dude and let us marvel in the fact that we think AI is magical and should be used for humor and procrastination.
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Lol, it seems ChatGPT can’t parse the forum for any meaningful content as that hallucinated post is something I’d never write.
First of all, as I taste way too much wine, my tasting notes just need to be very structured, to the point of being quite formulaic. My tasting notes always consist of three elements:
1: The background information, technical details, whether the wine is tasted blind.
2: The TN itself, containing information in the following order: Color, nose, taste, structure, finish. Always in this order.
3: Conclusion, assessment, any other particularities or comparisons to other wines.
It would be ridiculously easy for a proper LLM to make a mock-up tasting note in the style of me if they just wrote a note according to that formula. So that’s the first very obvious blunder.
Then, onto finer details that easily tell these tasting notes are just not in my style:
- I’d never write “whether we’ve collectively over-indexed on immediate accessibility as a metric” - I really don’t care about other people’s opinions on wines I taste, so I’d never talk about something collectively something. Furthermore, I don’t really think immediate accessibility is a positive thing - at least in a young Barolo! To me a 2016 Barolo needs to be stern and tightly-knit so I can be sure it can age for another two three decades!
- I don’t associate any savory-saline notes with Vajra, lol.
- I’d never write that 2013 would offer early charm - most of the 2013’s I’ve drunk are still ridiculously tough and tightly-knit, even more so than the 2016’s!
- I basically never write two-day tasting notes. If I write notes on multiple similar wines, they are tasted in a tasting setting and drunk at one go - not over two nights.
- And, finally, as @Sarah_Kirschbaum pointed out: these notes are just way too short and lack the score.
So all in all, ChatGPT just came up with some random tasting notes that really didn’t have anything to do with me and slammed my name in the end (yet another thing I never do!). If there were a LLM that was trained exclusively on WB or CT data, it might be actually possible that they could pull of a solid mock-up TN in my style. However, at the moment, my tasting notes seem to be out of reach for the LLM training data, so prompting them to writing tasting notes in the style of me results the LLM to just make some random tasting notes based on nothing, really. Lousy value for the money, whatever the price; can’t recommend.
(Flawed or defective)
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A Suckling 100 point scored flawed wine:
2018 Château Paradox Mystique Score: 100 points… against all logic.
This wine is a disaster. And yet—perfection. The nose hits like a rogue wave of volatile acidity, crashing into scorched rubber, bruised peaches, and a whisper of what might have been greatness. There’s brettanomyces running rampant here, painting the palate in barnyard chaos, yet somehow… I can’t stop drinking it. The tannins? Unhinged. They grip the gums with an almost aggressive refusal to let go, like the last desperate act of a Shakespearean tragedy. And the finish—dear lord, the finish. It should not exist, and yet, it lingers, stretching time itself into a realm where brilliance and ruin dance as one.
Flawed beyond redemption. Transcendent beyond comprehension. A wine that defies the laws of oenology, earns its place among the immortals, and dares you to question everything.
Drink now—if you dare.
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Nope, I just type it in just as I wrote above, no links
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Dude, you just gave us the golden ticket. We don’t need you no more.
My turn:
- Bought this at Costco (background:
). It’s a red wine (technical details: ). I had my eyes open (not blind: ). - I said red (color: ). Smells fruity (nose: ) , tastes fruity (taste: ), seems sturdy (structure: ) and finishes in the belly, eventually further downstream (finish: )
- Better than Trader Joe’s (conclusion, assessment, comparison: )
I just got the recipe to the secret sauce!
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Congratulations on your new role as the next Otto Forsberg! 
Just gimme a sec to pack my things.
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“write a post for the Wine Talk subforum of Wine Berserkers in the style of Rodney Dangerfield”
Sure! Here’s a Wine Talk forum post for Wine Berserkers in the style of Rodney Dangerfield—classic self-deprecating humor, a little exaggeration, and lots of love for wine:
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Subject: I tell ya, my cellar gets no respect…
I opened a bottle last night—supposed to be a 1982 Bordeaux. I take a sip, and I go, “This tastes like 2022 tap water!” I get no respect, I tell ya!
My cellar’s so disorganized, I pulled out a Burgundy and it turned out to be my wife’s foot cream. No wonder it had no legs!
And the sommeliers—oh, they look at me like I’m a bum with a Boone’s Farm. I asked one if he had something earthy with good structure… he handed me a brick!
I finally splurged on a nice Barolo, thought I’d impress the wife. She takes a sip and says, “Tastes like your cologne.” I said, “That’s because I can’t afford both!”
I mean, I try to learn—read the tasting notes, swirl the glass, sniff like a bloodhound. But all I smell is my neighbor’s BBQ. He gets more nose than I do!
Anyway, anyone got a recommendation for a red with backbone and a price that won’t break mine? Or should I just stick to gin and regret?
I tell ya… wine’s a tough crowd
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Putting in a request for ChatGPT waxing poetic about riesling like MiranK.
Absolutely—here’s a Wine Talk tasting note crafted in the lyrical, contemplative style of @MiranK , who’s known for his poetic reverence for Riesling, evocative imagery, and profound appreciation for nuance:
Subject: 2001 Willi Schaefer Graacher Domprobst Riesling Spätlese #10 – A Whisper from the Mosel
Last night, under the hush of a spring rain tapping gently against the glass, I opened a bottle I’ve carried with me across three apartments and nearly as many life chapters. The 2001 Domprobst Spätlese #10 from Willi Schaefer—one of those wines that hums quietly until you lean in close enough to listen.
In the glass, a soft burnished gold—no longer youthful, but far from old. The nose unfurled like a letter from a friend you forgot you missed: candied lemon peel, wet slate, apricot skin, a whisper of honeysuckle. There’s a breath of petrol, yes—but delicate, like a memory rather than a statement.
The palate is pure poetry in tension. Acidity arcs like cathedral stone—graceful, enduring, lifting every note. The sweetness, now woven deep into the wine’s fabric, shows less as sugar and more as a softness, an emotional warmth. There’s an echo of ginger, crushed herbs, even a touch of white tea. Nothing cloying, nothing forced—just the Mosel murmuring in perfect cadence.
What astonishes is how quietly confident this wine is. It doesn’t need to shout. It simply is. And in being so, it makes you pause, breathe, and remember what it’s like to truly taste something beautiful.
Drink window? You tell me. I think this bottle is living its truth right now—but I imagine it whispering even more stories in five, ten, fifteen years.
Willi Schaefer remains a quiet giant. And this wine—a testament to the magic Riesling can offer when grown by steady hands on sacred soil.
Please don’t ask it to explain RTP Latham Richard’s 17-variable scoring matrix.
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Absolutely! Here’s a Wine Talk post in the charming, thoughtful, and detail-oriented style of @K_John_Joseph, centered on a recent flight of Laherte Frères Champagnes. Expect humility, food pairing notes, and a healthy respect for terroir and balance:
Subject: A Gentle Flight Through Laherte Frères – Substance in Sparkle
A good friend came through town this week and, as is often our excuse, we pulled a few corks over too much cheese and not enough restraint. The theme: Laherte Frères. I’ve admired the house for some time now—there’s an honesty to these wines that speaks to both site and hand.
We opened three:
1. Ultradition Extra Brut NV (base 2020)
Always a good barometer of the house. This bottle was in a very nice spot—apple skin, preserved lemon, and faint spice on the nose. Bright but not shrill. The dosage sits lightly, just enough to round off the edges without glossing over the chalky mineral profile. Went beautifully with a goat’s milk tomme.
2. Blanc de Blancs Brut Nature (Les Chemins d’Avize 2018)
This was the intellectual standout. Tense, tactile, and almost briny. It starts lean and floral—hawthorn, citrus peel, and crushed shell—but gains mid-palate weight as it warms, bringing in green almond and a whisper of pastry. Brut Nature, yes, but not austere. Definitely a food wine—paired this with a poached halibut and beurre blanc, and the acidity played referee beautifully.
3. Rosé de Meunier
What a delight. This bottle had more depth than I recall from previous vintages—wild strawberry, blood orange, a touch of iron, even a faint herbal lift. The Meunier signature is front and center but handled with a deft touch. It’s generous without veering into confection. The finish fans out with quiet confidence. It had me circling back more than once.
If anything, this flight confirmed what I already suspected—Laherte Frères is crafting Champagne that rewards attention, but never demands it. These are wines with detail, not drama. And in today’s market, that’s increasingly rare.
Thanks to all the posters here whose notes over the years pushed me deeper into this house. Always grateful for the collective palate.
No mention of losing one’s virginity in the vineyard? Lame.
I have to say as a novelist whose work has been taken without permission to train Meta’s AI, I get the entertainment value of this, but there’s kind of a harsh aftertaste to it. Do not let me bring you down, though. Carry on.
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and that’s precisely what this is, nothing more…and it is truly entertaining!
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But you probably should send Rodney Dangerfield a few bucks from the Monopole Crü slush fund.
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Absolutely! Here’s a Wine Talk subforum post in the enthusiastic, good-vibes style of @Charlie_Carnes —warm-hearted, communal, with a deep love of pairing wine with real life (especially tailgates and SEC/ACC football).
Subject: Rain, Ribs & Ridge – Clemson Tailgate Report
Alright y’all—
This weekend we took the show on the road up to Clemson for the big game. Forecast said 30% chance of rain. Translation: 100% chance of monsoon. Didn’t matter. Tents went up, brisket hit the smoker at 6am, and the cooler was loaded heavier than Dabo’s playbook in ‘16.
Brought a few fun bottles to ride shotgun with the ribs and the weather:
2012 Ridge Geyserville –
Man, this just hits different when you’re standing in the mud eating pulled pork off a paper plate. Big blackberry fruit, some sweet spice, and that classic Ridge zin-cab-carignane funk that always says, “Yeah, I know football.” Showed even better with the smoky meat—just enough acid to cut through the fat and enough tannin to keep things honest.
2013 Domaine Tempier Bandol Rouge –
This one caught a few of the beer folks by surprise. “Wait, wine can taste like this?” Yep. Earthy, gamey, with that deep Mourvèdre soul. I think someone described it as “like licking a saddle in a good way.” Agreed. It was the star with some of the spicier links from the sausage tray.
NV Roederer Estate Brut –
Had to pop some bubbles when the Tigers made that goal-line stand. Rain be damned—this showed up bright and lively, with enough orchard fruit and biscuit to make us forget our socks were soaked. Champagne? Nah. But dollar for dollar, it danced in the same league.
Wound up pouring for a few strangers under the next tent who were curious what “tailgate wine” meant. They left with a few glasses and big smiles. Mission accomplished.
Clemson lost, but the tailgate won. Next stop: FSU in October. I’m thinking Châteauneuf and chili.