We had a nice wine with dinner tonight. It wasn’t objectively special — just a new Sauvignon Blanc on sale at the store. But it tasted great to everyone, surprising those of us whose idea of a good flavor usually results in the others squinting their eyes and screwing up their mouths in disgust.
“Well, maybe a bit sour,” he conceded, “but it’s very fruity.”
“Fruity?!” she exclaimed. “It isn’t sweet!”
“Ah, but fruity doesn’t have to mean sweet,” I pointed out as I glanced at the label. “I’d say this wine has notes of gooseberry and passion fruit.”