(Gasp) Pretentious Wine Behavior You Have Observed

name dropping winemaker names is the worst. My friends and I have a running joke in regards to one particular person we met that would constantly talk about winemakers in burgundy and their personal interactions with them and pronounce it in the most obnoxious french accent.

Sitting here with my close, personal friend Aubert de Villaine and he thought this was the funniest post yet -

Jacques?

You don’t know Jacques the Monkey?

Sorry, I couldn’t help but make a Peter Gabriel joke. I’m Gabriel pretentious.

Thomas, good snob points for that, but could do better with just the first name. Something like, “Aubert laughed so hard I was afraid he would drop the RC before even getting the cork out.”

And BTW, Thomas, please pass along to Aubert that Lalou said “Tell Berto Hey.”

Wow, she makes me call her Ms. Lee-roy.

So far the OP is my favorite. Pwned.

When I first got really into Shiraz, that Peppermint Patty was talked about as the most legendary individual bottling ever of an Australian wine.

Expanding the drift for a second - what did you all think of the TV Manhattan series?

Alas…I have no TV, Siun. So didn’t watch it. But people in my wine group thought it gave a pretty accurate feel for the
times during the Project.

Last Fall, I was visiting friends up in the Sangre de Cristo mtns and hiked over to Oppenheimer’s Cabin, about a mile away. It’s now owned by his son, Peter Oppenheimer. Oppie was a terrible father & husband, but a great project director. Peter doesn’t even want to
talk about his Father I understand.
The place was all closed up, of course. But, to me, the feel of the place was absolutely electrifying. I’d seen many pictures of
it and it is pretty much as Oppie left it. Sitting there on the front porch and looking up into the mountains and across the PecosVlly
like Oppy did almost brought tears to my eyes. You could feel Oppie’s presence all the way into my bones. You could almost smell
Oppie taking a drag on his 8’th cigarette of the day and feel Kitty knocking down her 8’th martini of the day.
Tom

Tom - that’s a wonderful tale … thank you for sharing it. I need to read more on the whole time … my father apparently spend some time in the later 40s working at Los Alamos (likely in some laborer capacity) while he was hitching across the country but he never said much about that time which definitely has made it a bit more fascinating to me.

I have a tv but got rid of cable but Manhattan can be streamed via Itunes if you ever want to view it … an odd mix of fact and not, it might be hard to view in some ways since it is more interpretive but it was very well done.

Suckling = Homeless Man’s Hannibal Lecter/(Fredo Corleone + ShamWow!)

I think the weirdest situation I’ve been in was seeing a prideful older guy (won’t call him out) get insanely butthurt because a number of us used the term “earthy” as part of our tasting notes for Marcassin Pinot Noir. I think insanely butthurt would be putting it softly, because some people I know still use it as an inside joke to poke fun at him. He persists that we could not possibly use such a term and it pretty much shows we’re clueless. Whatever, dude.

What bottle/vintage of Marcassin did you think was earthy?

Earthy is a descriptor I don’t think I’ve ever heard for a marcassin pinot

I hear that at times, but once I just searched it, seems like earth/earthy was a pretty common descriptor (different contexts, of course). But even if it wasn’t proper as can be, is it really something to go crazy over? If it is, news to me. We just laughed it off and forgot about it.

It was an 07.

I demand an apology. Otherwise I will challenge you to a duel.

Magnums at 10 paces?
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I was probably pretentiously smug a couple years ago when served a wine double blind, I called it 1990 Penfolds Grange, and it was… neener

But my favorite blind tasting story was from circa 2000. My good friend Jim Wagner dearly loved 1978 Mondavi Reserve Cab, a wine Bob Parker rated 89/100 with lukewarm comments. Jim was travelling to San Francisco on business, and via the Mark Squires BB he set up a small offline in SF. It turned out Parker was also going to be in California at the same time, so he got added to the offline, an intimate group of 7 or 8 winos. My friend decided to blind Parker on the '78 Mondavi, as he was sure the wine deserved at least a mid-90’s rating.

So during the main course, Jim pulls out his mystery wine and pours it around. RP sniffs, sips, contemplates, and then he says “This is 1978 Mondavi, excellent but not a great wine to me.” Jim asked for the score, and RP says, “About 89.” Jim admitted defeat and pulled off the bag. (Hopefully an amusing story, but nothing pretentious.)

Nice job by parker!