“Sod the wine, I want to suck on the writing. This man White is an instinctive writer, bloody rare to find one who actually pulls it off, as in still gets a meaning across with concision. Sharp arbitrage of speed and risk, closest thing I can think of to Cicero’s ‘motus continuum animi.’

Probably takes a drink or two to connect like that: he literally paints his senses on the page.”


DBC Pierre (Vernon God Little, Ludmila’s Broken English, Lights Out In Wonderland ... Winner: Booker prize; Whitbread prize; Bollinger Wodehouse Everyman prize; James Joyce Award from the Literary & Historical Society of University College Dublin)


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02 April 2016

NEW CASA FLAGRANTE ZOOMICO


Casa Flagrante Zoomico 2019
When you get to the corner of this wine it’s all bananas and bricks.  There’s some salt damp in the eastern crater, and when you look at the tracks the damn thing leaves it’s obvious there’s a nail or something in the fifteenth tyre on the left.  They probably wrangled the canes for maximum exposure to Saturn and forgot the forthcoming supernova in NGC 387, which has fried the epidermis and left all the titanium looking crackly.  That thing sticking out the side is troubling, but it’ll probably go down when the twin moons come across next week.  I’d recommend you have it with all your husbands and spermicide on toast. A touch overpriced at fifteen grocks, but it’ll keep.

Grorbly Wood Part-oaked Disgustablo Franc 2098
Always one for lasses, the Disgustablo seems keen to take more wood than this label suggests.  But then, well, the fashion is to leave ’em panting in the yearnment division until Probert Darker discovers it and gives it the full numbers in the Wine Speculum, which can’t be too far off, give or take a few Baumé.  As if that was bad, I always felt the fissile nature of this variety would lead to unseemly revelry in the lumberjack camp, so it’s a relief to see Grorbly Wood sticking to partly, even if it is only shavings from the warped meat safe door.  The other thing is the gap left by the maker’s insistence on partly is very neatly plugged by a cigar or a carrot.  Assinine as much as artisanal, it’s a credit to its terror.   You’ll love that little tweak of butylated hydroxyanisole complementing the piquant trichloranisole in the finish! Such resolution is a rare thing these days. Cake.
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from Evidence of Vineyards on Mars [2013 George Grainger Aldridge and Philip White]

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