Here comes summer: reasons to love riesling
So you think you don’t like riesling? Then perhaps you’ll be pleased to learn they’re not all German and dryI’ve been drinking a lot of riesling lately. There is, naturally, quite a bit of variety in a drinks writer’s liquid diet, so to have the same thing twice in one week is a sure indication of a fascination developing, or of a habit forming. There’s not much psychoanalysis required as to why that might be the case: the sun is out and, by the time this column comes out, it will (hopefully) be here to stay. And, for that, I simply must have a glass of white wine in my hand.Or maybe I need to dig a bit deeper. Why riesling specifically? I like my riesling how all the other freaks do – namely when it tastes as little like wine as possible. When petrol and wax abound on the nose. And with an acidity that slaps you round the face a little, as well as generous fruit that soothes. Riesling is a wine that feels like a meal. And, just maybe, after a haggard winter marked by comforting reds and weighted blankets, I’m in the mood to be challenged and excited again. Continue reading...
So you think you don’t like riesling? Then perhaps you’ll be pleased to learn they’re not all German and dry
I’ve been drinking a lot of riesling lately. There is, naturally, quite a bit of variety in a drinks writer’s liquid diet, so to have the same thing twice in one week is a sure indication of a fascination developing, or of a habit forming. There’s not much psychoanalysis required as to why that might be the case: the sun is out and, by the time this column comes out, it will (hopefully) be here to stay. And, for that, I simply must have a glass of white wine in my hand.
Or maybe I need to dig a bit deeper. Why riesling specifically? I like my riesling how all the other freaks do – namely when it tastes as little like wine as possible. When petrol and wax abound on the nose. And with an acidity that slaps you round the face a little, as well as generous fruit that soothes. Riesling is a wine that feels like a meal. And, just maybe, after a haggard winter marked by comforting reds and weighted blankets, I’m in the mood to be challenged and excited again. Continue reading...
