Wine, Sex, and Pinot Noir (Pinot Days Revisited)
Those of you playing along at home last week probably noticed the attempt to hold a Twitter Taste Live event meant to coincide with the culmination of Pinot Days. The idea was to taste four California Pinot Noir wines, and (of course) ‘tweet’ about the experience of tasting them live on twitter and… ah, c’mon, do I really need to explain the TTL concept again at this point? It’s wine, on twitter, it works, and it’s taking off like mad.
Anyway…
The Universe had other plans that day, and the unfortunate passing of Michael Jackson (r.i.p.) nearly dragged twitter to a grinding halt and caused us to abort the scheduled formal tasting.
[ I should note at this point that I’ve nothing more to add to the multitude of tributes to MJ that have flooded the ‘global interwebs’ over the last week, except to say that he was of course a member of the Jackson 5 which automatically makes him awesome. At least, it made his childhood stardom persona totally awesome. Especially when he hit the high notes at the end of One More Chance (alllll I WANT!… All I NEEEEEEED!). That stuff is THE BOMB, baby! ]
Anyway…
We did manage to hold a bit of a less structured tasting of the same Pinots the following day on twitter, during which I noted that while the wines on the whole were tasty, maybe they just weren’t meant for me:
Which got me thinking… if those Pinots aren’t my style of Pinot, then what is my style of Pinot?
Those of you who aren’t interested in knowing (way) too much about 1WineDude may want to stop reading at this point. Because things are about to get a little… risqué. Maybe even odd. Maybe even oddly risqué…


















