
Warning..this could be long and convoluted.
Alcoholism
I am almost 50. (That makes me 49 for you arithmetically challenged souls) I quit drinking about 20 years ago. I drank everything. I was a travelling musician; everyone wanted to buy me a drink, and I accepted. Mostly beer, but sometimes by the end of the night I would try anything,literally including what was left on the bar mat. I would, to the patrons delight, say things to the bartender like "Give me a drop out of every bottle!!" and she would oblige... Or "make another long island ice tea... but this time skip the cola and sour mix." No one considered me an alcoholic, but I had my style of binge drinking. I knew I needed to quit, and attempts to cut back or otherwise regulate my drinking had no permanent affect. (having a similar problem with dieting now!) But I eventually turned the switch in my head and quit, with noticable life improvements. (more money in my pockets, weight loss, more productive use of my time, more energy)
Okay, that story could go on and on... 20 years later I only had a sip of wine now and then, tasting my dates glass. But this past summer I dated a chef. The continuous dining out and pairing of wines with foods, reading about wines... well I started drinking a glass or 2 every evening. And I feel the more mature self I am is handling it ok. And yet I bring this up at the outset, since it is a possible catastrophe in the waiting.
I recently was introduced to a great restaurant and a meal that finished with creme brulee and my first port, a glass of tawny port. A 20 year Taylor Fladgate. I was amazed at the tasty fruity alcohol fireworks that toyed with my brain. I've been searching and reading about Ports ever since. I stopped in a wine store the next day and asked if they had a tawny port. (That was all I could remember of what I drank after that meal) The only bottle of tawny they had was a Jonesy. Yes... I know now... Australian is not Port... but port.
Later, trying to recreate the dessert/port experience in my bachelor pad... (go ahead laugh...I don't care:)) I ordered a pizza from Papa Johns and this apple dessert thing. I ate about half the pizza, drinking a glass of what wine I forget, then poured a half glass of Jonesy and prepared for dessert. After a bite of the dessert I raised the port to my nose...mostly acetone or alcohol, but I did notice some caramel... not quite like my first experience, then I drank. UGH!!! The dessert was sweeter than my first experience, and the port was some cloying sweet overkill of nose burning caramel afterward. I was shocked with how it differed from my high expectations. Yet I tried a small bit of it for several consecutive nights (without a sweet dessert), I continued to read about Ports and a few reviews of Jonesy. Gradually it grew on me. I think it mellowed quite a bit about 10 days after opening too. Now it is a refreshing caramely satisfying dessert in a glass.
Since then I have purchased a 10 year old Taylor Fladgate (it wasn't till after that purchase that I talked to my date and was reminded it was the 20 year old Taylor that I fell in love with) I haven't opened that 10 year old yet, still nursing the Jonesy. But today I did a couple wine tastings and ended up at the wine shop that only had the Jonesy before. This evening they had a few more Ports and after a flight of whites and a taste of red I asked if they had a Port open. The gal said no, but I could buy a bottle and drink part of it here. (Hey what do I know? I'm just getting back into this wine drinking thing...) So I selected a Dow's Crusted Porto, bottled 2002. Giving it a whiff, I still have trouble smelling past the alcohol, but it seemed there was more fruity floral to it than the Jonesy... so far so good. I take a sip... Yeah!! That's what I want! I was jubilant. Sorry, my descriptive ablities are not yet refined, but it was a cool hot splash of fiery fruity everything! I offered a taste to the 3 ladies to my left, they loved it more than anything they had that night. The bar-keep asked for a taste then even though she said she didn't really care for port... she loved it too!
I'm just glad my first experience, wasn't a fluke!
