Hundreds of thousands. No, millions and billions of words have come out of my mouth since the day I uttered my first (which was probably “No”, I will call my mom after I finish writing and find out). Millions and Billions of them I would take back if I could; and the other ten thousand or so I would leave out there for the universe full of humanity to receive in their ears. Does this small sentiment frame me as a person filled with regret? Not at all. In spite of words gone by, powerful though they may be, I am resolved to live for the value of the experience, the opportunities of the future, and the relevance of the present moment.
I’m not a big fan of screwcaps.
And I don’t fancy the Coravin.
There. The words are said and I don’t regret them and if I do regret them at some future time, I will admit to it and those dozen words above will just join the ocean filled with Millions and Billions of others. No big deal.
If the air is heavy now with notions of my pompous wine snooty attitude and my impossible-to-please nature, please allow me to freshen things up a bit. Snap..Crraaackle…plunk. There, twisting open a crisp, cold, dewy fresh bottle of New Zealand Sauvignon Blanc ought to do the trick. May we continue.
Let us preface the conversation to come by stating that there is no judgement involved here. These are opinions, each of us is entitled to our own, and the intent is to part as friends and reconvene at a later time as pleasant company would allow. Shall we begin?
My distaste for the Stelvin closure method on bottles of wine is not a complete rejection of it, but rather a conditional and reluctant acceptance. I am fully aware of the soul crushing disappointment associated with a “corky” TCA ruined wine. Allow me to present a few of the corked bottles I have wanted to shed a tear for: a 3 liter of 1997 Reichstrat von Buhl “Armand” Riesling Kabinett (first 3L was GORGEOUS, second was CORKED), a 2007 Marcassin Estate Pinot Noir…down the drain, the Orin Swift Mercury Head that we looked forward to for quite a few years…totally corked when we got around to opening it.
These memories are painful to say the least, but clearly I have illustrated that I understand the evils of TCA. Yet still I do not embrace the clean and sure convenience of the screwcap. Is it because I think the wine it holds in the bottle may be sub-par? Is it because it lacks romance (and I’m a real big fan of romance)? Could it be that that I have no good reason and I’m just fulfilling the prophecy of wine snobbery mentioned above? Yes, it could be any of these. But the two very simple and boring reasons I have for disliking the Stelvin are:
- long term storage reliability
- a lack of air transmission into aging wine
Let’s just say that to be stingy with wine would not be an authentic representation of my character. -tiffandsauce
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Love the cork screw—Papaw would be proud!
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