A madman has escaped from an asylum. In his wandering aimlessly enters a room. There is held a contest for wine tasters. Astonished at the meeting, the presence of a group, in its view, ("trial?) Elite of gentlemen, his first reaction was to look at interventions. Representing various parts of Europe. One by one, the opponents were sipping and giving their opinions. The work of the jury would be difficult.
end was approaching. All made it appear that the winner would be an Italian who explained all the benefits of a wine called ES. But just when the chief judge asked for silence, to give the verdict, the crazy abruptly interrupted: A moment ... I want to talk to this so-called winner. This, that boasted elefantesca memory, he turned his face to the crazy and realized that he had never known. Thinking that this will pass, called for the continuation. But the fool said.
- I know you. Why do you demonstrate otherwise? In an opportunity like this, this also came today defending, had spoken of the kindness of the white Verdejo from Rueda, the wines of Puerto Lápice and El Toboso, the Sangre de Ronda Malaga designations of Catalan origin. .. De Alba creams ... And you had me convinced. Because you know that I, like you, I'm taster. Together we were at the tasting rooms as Florence, La Rioja, Besançon.
Some judges, other providers, drinkers and judges, asked the jury to stop the mad ("mad?), But was ignored. Was impressed with the words ... Then, went crazy.
- Is it true what you said about the tasters. Must develop the sight, smell and, most importantly, taste. But you forgot something: the public, the process and history. Very important ... history. When you talk about a Gormaz wine, you make reference to El Cid. If you talk about the thread of Ariadne, can not forget the magic that led Theseus out of the maze. If you talk of La Mancha ... how to forget the ingenious hidalgo ... And in your own wine ... forgotten the old legend German priest who, tired of communion wine, began to try other, to consecrate him as knowledgeable and drinker. On his trip to Rome, he sent a servant, and educated in the art, to be tasting the local wines, reaching Montefiascone. Why not talk about these things? Why forget the process? Would have cleared up, because you know, on the alchemy that transforms sugar into alcohol, on residence times, timber and yeasts using as important allies. On the magic of the shells of the grapes, giving their colors and being the object extraction will be presented under the form of marc, grappa, pisco morgadiña or Chile. And the public? When we were tasting in Merida, we asked the public to express its opinion on the quality and characteristics of the wines tested. Sure, it was not fundamental, but it helped, because users sometimes rebel against our words and can reduce sales.
If I were in this jury, do not reward, a liar or inconsistent. Good tasting, when change of preference, should justify them with references to earlier. So people will know that the dialectic of life is the explanation of those changes. But why do you turn your face? We know very well. Have you forgotten? Well, I'll refresh you memory. In the tasting rooms, you were Fanticelli or Mollo. I was Dubourdieu or Alvaro Palacios. Still not coming? I will be more explicit. You were my cellmate in the asylum of San Luis Gonzaga, back in Merida.
end was approaching. All made it appear that the winner would be an Italian who explained all the benefits of a wine called ES. But just when the chief judge asked for silence, to give the verdict, the crazy abruptly interrupted: A moment ... I want to talk to this so-called winner. This, that boasted elefantesca memory, he turned his face to the crazy and realized that he had never known. Thinking that this will pass, called for the continuation. But the fool said.
- I know you. Why do you demonstrate otherwise? In an opportunity like this, this also came today defending, had spoken of the kindness of the white Verdejo from Rueda, the wines of Puerto Lápice and El Toboso, the Sangre de Ronda Malaga designations of Catalan origin. .. De Alba creams ... And you had me convinced. Because you know that I, like you, I'm taster. Together we were at the tasting rooms as Florence, La Rioja, Besançon.
Some judges, other providers, drinkers and judges, asked the jury to stop the mad ("mad?), But was ignored. Was impressed with the words ... Then, went crazy.
- Is it true what you said about the tasters. Must develop the sight, smell and, most importantly, taste. But you forgot something: the public, the process and history. Very important ... history. When you talk about a Gormaz wine, you make reference to El Cid. If you talk about the thread of Ariadne, can not forget the magic that led Theseus out of the maze. If you talk of La Mancha ... how to forget the ingenious hidalgo ... And in your own wine ... forgotten the old legend German priest who, tired of communion wine, began to try other, to consecrate him as knowledgeable and drinker. On his trip to Rome, he sent a servant, and educated in the art, to be tasting the local wines, reaching Montefiascone. Why not talk about these things? Why forget the process? Would have cleared up, because you know, on the alchemy that transforms sugar into alcohol, on residence times, timber and yeasts using as important allies. On the magic of the shells of the grapes, giving their colors and being the object extraction will be presented under the form of marc, grappa, pisco morgadiña or Chile. And the public? When we were tasting in Merida, we asked the public to express its opinion on the quality and characteristics of the wines tested. Sure, it was not fundamental, but it helped, because users sometimes rebel against our words and can reduce sales.
If I were in this jury, do not reward, a liar or inconsistent. Good tasting, when change of preference, should justify them with references to earlier. So people will know that the dialectic of life is the explanation of those changes. But why do you turn your face? We know very well. Have you forgotten? Well, I'll refresh you memory. In the tasting rooms, you were Fanticelli or Mollo. I was Dubourdieu or Alvaro Palacios. Still not coming? I will be more explicit. You were my cellmate in the asylum of San Luis Gonzaga, back in Merida.
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