2-1 Milan. Jesus. The only highlights were two spastic goals by a striker who looks like a reject from a Kevin Smith movie.
I had carefully thought out which wines to serve and thought the lineup was neutral enough not to hex Liverpool's cosmic destiny. But who knows how these things work, maybe without my wines Milan would have won 3-0?
Zind-Humbrecht, Riesling, 2003
What a surprise! Apples and peaches on the nose, a hint of petrol. Echoed on the palate with saline notes and a long, green apple finish with surprisingly ripe acidity for the vintage. Actually, damn good acidity for any vintage.
Margalit, Merlot, 2002
A very rich nose with lots of oak at first enveloping ripe black fruit, spices, leather and cocoa. Full bodied, long, spicy. Needs time in glass to mellow but it’s still the embodiment of Anti-Elegance. Where’s the Merlot anyway?
Two wines from hot, problematic vintages. Neither wine was very complex, but at least the Zind-Humbrecht overcame the vintage whereas the Margalit seems to have given up before the first bell. And you can't beat Riesling anyway.