MONTEVECCHIO Rosso 2011
HODDLES CREEK ESTATE Pinot Blanc 2010
Upper Yarra Valley, Victoria
In Italy We Trust
Mount Etna is alive, will it erupt once more?
The air to be dust-laden and scorched
Hell could break loose within its core
Bringing havoc to everything it torched
The lava may flow over the mountain side
Destroying flora, fauna by its flood
Countless beasts may have bellowed and died
In forest-fires and the blazing mud
Beneath these dragon-like fires are sprung
New buds bursting for light
Vines all twisted in the baking sun
Crafting the vino we drink tonight
Interwoven by La Donna del Vino
Last week saw the inaugural tasting for an adoring Italian wine club called Bibemus. That’s Bibemus as in Latin for ‘we drink‘ and pronounced like an ol’ Scottish man saying ‘baby moose‘.
Initiated by Italophiles Matt Paul, Jane Faulkner, Anthony D’Anna and Krystina Menegazzo, the purpose of creating Bibemus was to act as an excuse to gather a group of Italian wine-adoring friends for an evening of entertainment via imbibing and dining.
That being our mission, the first evening held at Merchant in the Rialto…was a success. And the theme?
(Insert Tchaikovsky’s climactic ‘1812 Overture‘ music here)
What did you think this would be?
I dissertation that discussed the potential benefits in ‘To groom, or not to groom your nether regions?’
As much as I would like to venture into great detail on the topic (I kid), this is a blog that is read most eagerly by none other than my mother, which tends to prevent ghastly filth from pouring from my mouth and onto the keyboard. I have heard that it is probably a good thing to be tamed.
Continuing on, the play on words at least allowed me to demonstrate my cunning punning expertise.
I will call it my ‘cun pun‘, for short.
Of course it would be inappropriate had I not made reference to the ‘eloquent’ and oh so lovely Apollonia from the Godfather I, considering the fact this is a Sicilian wine tasting I am about to talk about!
Last week on Wednesday I received a call from one of my places of work, Enoteca Sileno, asking me if I was aware I was working the following night assisting with the Sicilian Association’s Wine Tasting event that would be taking place in the function room. I was not aware, however the manager said I would just need to help close the Retail section downstairs then head upstairs to give them a ‘hand’. To me, that infers pouring wine, or merely helping out in some small, mindless way.
How wrong could I be?!