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Okay, so hopefully as we’ve gone through this wonderful journey of wine you are learning the occasional odd fact. Who knows, maybe something you can use on Jeopardy? We’ve covered the basics, then sight, sound and taste in our wine series. Yes, I’m slowly working my way through the senses. Why rush?
To begin let’s simultaneously review and encourage. I hope that you are gaining wine confidence. Have faith in your opinions, loosen up and enjoy the wine. Never worry about what some expert tells you on how wrong you are. You like the wine? Great, you aren’t wrong. Is everyone in their wine tasting happy place? That’s enough review, moving right along then.
Smell is inextricably tied to our sense of taste. We taste what we smell. The two senses are deeply entwined.
Okay, how about some friendly, practical advice on smelling your wine?
Step 1: You’ll need some wine.
Step 2: Do you have your drinking buddy? Everyone needs a drinking buddy… and money for cab fare.
Step 3: Pour the wine and swirl. (For a review on this check my “Tastes Like Street” post) Extra points if you swirl without sloshing that nice person on your left. The guy on your right had it coming.
Step 4: As you finish swirling bring the glass up, stick your nose into the bowl and inhale. Really get a good whiff. (The human nose fatigues after about six seconds, so don’t go nuts. Just one good whiff or people will turn and stare.) Some people like a couple quick sniffs, but I’m a fan of the one deep breath.
Step 5: Let your mind sort of wander as you process what you are smelling. Is it like a forest (woodsy), maybe fruity? Does it make you think of a garden? If you aren’t sure wait a moment and then try again.
Step 6: Proceed with the drinking.
See how easy that was? Next, a few do’s and don’t's with smelling your wine. First, if you are going wine tasting it’s best not to wear a strong cologne or perfume. These will compete with the wine and can affect how it tastes to you. Second, likewise if you are in a restaurant or your kitchen and someone is cooking an aromatic sauce or fish or whatever, you probably aren’t going to get the aromas you expected out of your wine. There’s just too much competition around. Third, you may be standing next to someone who’s picking out five or six different aromas on the same glass of wine that you are holding. And here you were so proud to have picked up one scent. Don’t worry. Everyone has a different nose; yours isn’t broken. Feel free to practice. When you are at the farmer’s market or cooking, smell the ingredients. Build up a scent Rolodex in your head that you can pull from when you are wine tasting to identify and describe what you are smelling.
Side bar here: for those of you kids out there, a “Rolodex” was a little file that you kept phone numbers and contacts in before the days of your iPhone contact list. It was actually on paper. I know, archaic, but true.
Becoming more aware of the smells in your wine can help you know whether a wine is good or bad before you even taste it. I recently read a very handy piece on the Huffington Post regarding the six smells you do NOT want in your wine. Just click here to check it out for yourself.
For instance, if you smell wet dog or musty sheets you may have a wine that is “corked”. There is a naturally occurring bacteria called TCA which may contaminate wine. Too much of this and it ruins the wine. Other smells which are red flags are rotten eggs or the smell of a freshly lit match. These odors may indicate improper storage or spoiled wine.
Here are some good smells to look for and some bad ones to run screaming from (figuratively). Remember, this list isn’t everything, just a place to help you get started.
As always, there’s the vocabulary section. What? It’s true. Stop complaining, I don’t make this stuff up; I simply relay it to you. Talk to someone in charge. Where was I? Right, vocab time. Luckily for you, it’s a short list. When you are discussing wine it’s actually not a good idea to use the word “smell”. This is because “smell” and “odor” are deemed to lend a negative connotation while words like “aroma” and “nose” offer up a more positive spin. What about “bouquet” you ask? Well, technically it is interchangeable for “aroma” in most wine tasting circles but it is a little old-fashioned.
Questions? Comments? Concerns? It’s the weekend, so you’ll have to ask that guy on your right. You need to settle his dry cleaning bill anyway. Me? Oh, I’m off to find a glass of wine. All this typing has made me thirsty!
“Drink wine, and you will sleep well. Sleep, and you will not sin. Avoid sin, and you will be saved. Ergo, drink wine and be saved.”
– Medieval German saying
“May you never lie, steal, cheat or drink.
But if you must lie, lie in each other’s arms.
If you must steal, steal kisses.
If you must cheat, cheat death.
And if you must drink, drink with us, your friends.”
- An Irish Toast
I begin my post with a shout out to Danica for determining the direction this particular column would go. Thanks, D!
So, as I continue down my exploration of wine through the five senses: sight, sound, taste, touch and smell, we come to sound. Not something that immediately leaps to mind when you are speaking of wine. I mean, who asks, “Nice bouquet, love the hints of blackberry & cherries but I’m stumped, what’s that I hear?”
I guess one could argue that speech could be a sound of wine, the happy babble of conversation between friends. Or perhaps the slurred, sloshy syllables of one who has had more than is good for them (of course, that might be the sound of winos, not wine). No, for me, the sound of wine is the merry echo of glasses clinking in a joyful toast and the words spoken marking the occasion, be it little or big.
Naturally, in Western culture, such as it is, being what it is, there is a history behind what we know today as the “Toast”. While there are differing traditions regarding toasts from different countries and cultures, I’m your typical Irish-German-Italian-French American mutt (countries naturally given in the order of racial make up: 1/2 Irish, 1/4 German, 1/8 French and 1/8 Italian… unless my mom, the genealogist, tells me different… there’s a chance that the 1/4 German could be 1/8 German and 1/8 Scandinavian something. But I differ to her learned opinion and in the meantime I’m still 100% American mutt-thank you for asking.)
However, clearly, I digress.
My point, aside, from my ethnicity, which I’ll have you know, contrary to typical government forms is NOT “white”, but that’s whole another blog, is that I approach the subject of the Toast from largely a Northern European/American viewpoint. Sorry, guys, that’s just how I roll. Not a great deal I can do about it. I can pass your complaints on to my folks, however, I think they were pretty much enjoying their honeymoon, so hey, lay off. I’m here. I’m not going to represent every culture… no one can, sorry.
Now that we’ve established where I am coming from, the history of the toast as we now know it is pretty simple. Like the handshake, (originally conceived to convince the other party that one’s hand did not, in fact, hold a knife) the toast is also a tradition born of self-preservation. Aw, the classics.
For most of mankind’s history when a party, feast, dinner, celebration, go ahead, pick your term, was being held, the host poured the night’s alcohol, after all, it was the star attraction, the Lady Gaga of beverages, and said a toast. Everyone then drank from the communal cup. This served two purposes. First, it proved that the host had not poisoned said wine and second, it inoculated everyone in the county. If there was a cold everyone got it and the strong survived.
What? I’m not wrong.
As mankind developed through the ages we went from the communal share-a disease-cup to our own glasses. I know, exciting, right? Just a step from Purell… that’s a whole ‘nother post titled “Building the Bigger, Badder Bacteria, a Home Owner’s Guide” (obviously, I need to blog more often). I think, and this next bit is just my own personal Willie Wonka thang, I believe that having our own glass for the first time, like EVER, was sort of intoxicating. It was like when you graduated from the Kids’ table to the Adults’ table, I know! Exhilarating, right? So, after eons of seeing one lord dude have The Glass and make The Toast now you have your own glass and YOU can make a toast. You’re dizzy with power. And THAT, my friends, is why at weddings, graduations, retirements, and any occasion of note you NEED to have plenty of liquid in your glass. Because, honestly, everyone is going to make a toast.
Is that so wrong?
I have to defend the excessive Toast Masters here. Yes, sometimes, it gets a bit hairy. There are times when we almost run out of toasting liquid (damn those stingy waiters). Helpful tip, worst case scenario, you can toast with water, just drink extra alcohol later to make up for your faux pas, come on, you can do it. I have faith. In some cases, I even have video evidence.
There are a million toasts the world over. Emily Post even has a whole slew of Toast rules and regulations. However, I believe that those very rules miss the point. The perfect Toast is about combining the bittersweet with the hilarious. It is that beautiful moment when the sweet and the bitter and the absurd combine in a symphony of the drinking class. A good toast makes one simultaneously appreciate what one has, right now, and still inspires them to reach for the next stage, the fruit just out of reach. In fact, we continue the search for something better, we are led to it.
I don’t mean to overstate the Toast. At a wedding or a wake it is everything I’ve outlined above and so should it be. On the other hand, when one is at a pub with one’s buddies, should it be something so grand? No, of course not, but bittersweet still fits. It’s a toast of everything comfortable and good about today and at the same time it’s an acknowledgement that things were not always so good and perhaps tomorrow will not so be again. As the Grass Roots sang, “Live For Today”, my loves.
Therein lies the magic of a good toast. It says, “Learn from yesterday. Celebrate today. And hope for the future.” Much the same could be applied to wine making, in fact. Which is why, in the end, we come back to the wine.

"Happiness is time spent with a friend and looking forward to sharing time with them again."- Lee Wilkinson
Wherever you roam, wherever you call home, I leave you with a veritable plethora of toasts to choose from. For me I will simply say what my grandmother said at every family gathering for as long as I can remember, and no one says it quite the way she did, “Sláinte!” (pronounced “Slan-Cha”). More than a prayer, more than a blessing, more than a grace, it was all of these and yet beyond them. It was an affirmation of all things family and good.
Sláinte, my friends, sláinte indeed.
Toasts from around the world- but in every tongue a toast is the language of friendship and good cheer:
English: Cheers!
Irish (Gaelic): Sláinte! (to your health)
French: Santé! (health)
Spanish: Salud! (health)
Italian: Salute (health)
Chinese: Ganbei! (dry your cup)
Dutch: Prost! (health)
German: Prost! (cheers)
Hebrew: Le’chaim! (to life)
Japanese: Kanpai! (dry your cup)
Welsh: Iechyd da! (health)
Russian: Vashe zdorovie! (to health)
Наздраве” (health) (Bulgarian)
“Şerefe” (to honor) (Turkish)
“Na zdrowie” (health) (Polish)
Na zdraví” (health) (Czech)
Budmo” (let us be!) (Ukrainian)
Priekā” (to joy) (Latvian)
“Į sveikatą” (to health) (Lithuanian)
“Egészségünkre!” (for our health) (Hungarian)
“Iechyd Dda” (Good health) (Welsh)
“Nazdravlje” (for the health) or “Živjeli” (let us live) (Bosnian)
“Blind tastings are to wine what strip poker is to love.”- Kermit Lynch, Wine Merchant, Berkeley, CA
For most people we begin almost everything with our eyes. The light, the spirit in another’s eyes draws us to them, it attracts us. Perhaps it even changes us. The sight of a trail off the beaten path excites us. We must explore it. We drive by a restaurant or a shop and something makes us want to stop, to see more. Each time we sit down to a meal we begin eating with our eyes first. The plate before us gives us clues of what’s to come. The anticipation grows.
It is the same with wine. What our eyes see sets our brain afire to taste what’s next. When a glass is placed before us the first thing we instinctively do is lift it up to the light and look at the liquid thus contained. And, as in so many situations, instinct is the way to go. Do pick up your glass and gaze at its contents. The best way to really look at your wine and see its color is to pour a small amount in your glass and then tilt the glass at a forty-five degree angle. Wine is actually quite lovely.
Whether straw yellow or golden amber, whether translucent cherry or a deeper ruby, the color of your wine should be clear and bright. Murky wine is a bad thing, my friends. You are looking for jewel tones. The look of the wine is your first indicator as to its quality, age and ultimately, taste.
A young white wine can start out a pale, almost pear colored greenish-yellow in a Sauvignon Blanc or a rich citrine in a full-bodied Chardonnay. White wines tend to darken in color as they age. They become more and more golden. Their color depends on a range of factors: the varietal (type of grape), whether the wine spent any time in barrels (some whites are aged completely in steel tanks and have less color as a consequence) and how much contact the wine had with oxygen in the vinification process and during subsequent bottling.
On the other hand, reds will tend to go in the opposite direction. Red varieties begin with brighter hues such as garnets (Merlot) and reds so deep they verge on purple (Petite Syrah) which mellow towards brick reds as they age. Red wines that start to show hints of yellows or browns may be past their prime however, decant (aerate) the wine and try it anyway. I’ve had some brown-red wines that were still quite drinkable.
Besides color you’ll hear many wine drinkers talk about the “legs” or the “tears” of a wine. This is simply when you swirl your wine there will be an almost syrupy effect as the wine drips back down the side of your glass in rivulets. Some people will say this phenomenon is an indicator of the wine’s sugars, quality or viscosity, however, that is not the case. A wine’s legs actually tell us about the alcohol content of a wine and are the result of good old-fashioned surface tension. Alcohol has a lower surface tension than water so the higher the alcohol, the more prominent the legs. Indeed, California wines tend to be so high in alcohol content (often 15% compared to 12-13% in other regions) that I have been known to comment on a wine’s “cankles”. Oh dear, I hope that didn’t make the wine feel self-conscious.
So on your next glass of wine sit back and admire the color, note the legs and most of all, enjoy the moment.
All this writing about wine has me wanting a glass. Drat, it’s only 10am, that’s too early… even for me!






