My most memorable glass of wine was a little over a year ago. Gianfranco Ferre, the famous designer, booked the private dining room for dinner. He bought lots of wine so there was some left. The Sous Chef walked by the pastry station with a glass as I was cleaning up. I was tired and hungry as I hadn't eaten the entire day. He let me take a sip. That first sip was amazing. I instantly felt happy to have gotten up that day. We started talking about how well balanced, velvety and delicious it was. He looked like he wanted it back so I snuck in one more sip before handing it back to him. He must have seen the look of disappointment in my face, so he took one more sip and then gave the glass back to me. I set the glass aside and hurriedly finished cleaning. Then I did something that I am ashamed to admit. I sat on the work table (how unprofessional) and slowly savored the wine. This wine was fantastic. It made me put everything aside just so I would focus my entire attention to it. Despite my hunger, I even put aside the food I was planning to eat. I drank the wine slowly, each sip bringing a new experience in my mouth. As I drank, I was reminded of a poem Catullus (I think) had written about a wonderful wine he was drinking as he sat under a tree. At last, 13 years after translating that poem, I finally understood how a wine could inspire poetry. I practically licked the glass when I finished. It turned out that this glass came from a $150 bottle. It was one of the most sought after wines because not much was made. Knowing this, I felt even luckier to have had a glass. I don't know which wine it was, unfortunately. But I know I couldn't have afforded it anyway.
[ July 08, 2001: Message edited by: monpetitchoux ]