Can I smell the cap?

My uncle in Hungary has a vineyard where they make Tokay wine, a sweet desert wine originally from white grapes. The sweetest ones are made from more bushels of grapes and can indeed look orange due to concentrations being almost port-like.

*reads article* Okay, they're talking about doing the exact same thing. Except Tokay's been around since at least the era of Louis XIV who called it the "wine of kings," so how is this news?

I want to try orange wine. I like the fact that it's "white wine for red wine lovers."

Since I'm allergic to the tannins, this takes another category of "Wines I Cannot Enjoy Through A Stopped Up Nose and Swollen Sinuses While Spending Too Much Farking Money". Great!

bow: I want to try orange wine. I like the fact that it's "white wine for red wine lovers."

As do I. Loves me some Sangiovese Chianti

Nice background on the glass of wine shot. Really make the color pop out.

Vin savants have been enjoying orange wine for years.



/They make great servers, too.

Andromeda: My uncle in Hungary has a vineyard where they make Tokay wine, a sweet desert wine originally from white grapes. The sweetest ones are made from more bushels of grapes and can indeed look orange due to concentrations being almost port-like.

*reads article* Okay, they're talking about doing the exact same thing. Except Tokay's been around since at least the era of Louis XIV who called it the "wine of kings," so how is this news?



Can procure for you, within the hour, a tokay far superior to the one in the article from the Imperial cellars of Vienna, a mere 1000 miles away.

f*ck that. gimme a jug of muscadine.

RocketRod: Can I smell the cap?

No, but you can smell my finger

so, how long before I some idiot who has read this ask me about one of these. Why in the world people think a small town in Iowa is going to have some obscure thing they read about on the internet or found while on vacation is beyond me

butt-nuggets: Metalupis: so, how long before I some idiot who has read this ask me about one of these. Why in the world people think a small town in Iowa is going to have some obscure thing they read about on the internet or found while on vacation is beyond me

Offer them this:

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heh, we actaully don't carry that flavor, nor the boones farm orange (haven't seen either for a few years actually)

Metalupis: heh, we actaully don't carry that flavor, nor the boones farm orange (haven't seen either for a few years actually)

Hey, sorry for the threadjack, but do you own a shop that sells alcoholic beverages? I've been meaning to ask somebody who does: Why isn't Chinese baijiu more commonly available in American stores? Thanks.

RexTalionis: Metalupis: heh, we actaully don't carry that flavor, nor the boones farm orange (haven't seen either for a few years actually)

Hey, sorry for the threadjack, but do you own a shop that sells alcoholic beverages? I've been meaning to ask somebody who does: Why isn't Chinese baijiu more commonly available in American stores? Thanks.

I don't sorry, just have worked in wine and spirits dept of a grocery store for about 6 years, 4 of those in a university town


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Or, as I like to call it- "Yoo-hoo Ripple".


it's pretty much Bailey's with a wine base instead of a whiskey base, similer to O'reilly's, they simply packaged and promoted Chocovine in the wine side of things instead of the already crowded liquer side, a real smart bit of marketing really

on the road: So the vinyard leaves the skins in longer to enhance the flavor and darken the color.

Isn't this how you make rosé?

actually the opposite, rose is made one of two ways, either by mixing a red and a white, or by not leaving a red wine to sit on the skins and stems for as long as you normally would

Repressed Memory Time Theater

The parents of a friend of mine found a bottle of orange wine that they bought in Florida some years ago. Some one dared me to drink it and I did. A few hours later, I was on a second date with this girl who thought I had a good job. Maybe I should mention that this was 1984 and recession and unemployment was great upon the land.

The gas was horrendous and while I could usually control my emissions, there was no stopping these. We were bowling so I got creative. I would try and stand by the little hand drying fan in hopes that these vicious methane bombs would disperse. They didn't She'd walk up to get her bowling ball, do a little gasp (oh so cute) and kind of stagger towards the foul line.

She was a classy dame and didn't mention the stench but I got nowhere with her that night. Oh but I did break 200 in two out of three games.

Please tune in next time for Repressed Memory Time Theater when I recount the time when I was five and thought I should pee on every fire hydrant on the street.