During the Professional Wine Writers Symposium this week, we were challenged to write a poem about Tuesday night’s after-party, featuring some noted 2002 Napa Cabernets. The following limerick, written in about five minutes just prior to the deadline, was awarded second prize at the gala dinner last night. Since I was asked to produce a copy of it, I am attaching it here:
A wine writer, knowing my sentiment offered a decade-old Cab, quite pre-eminent. “Pour me a glass, my friend! And we’ll drink to the end of the bottle, or ’til we hit sediment.”
Thank you, thankyouverymuch.