From Auberon Waugh, novelist, columnist, book reviewer, and wine writer:
Wine writing should be camped up. The writer should never like a wine, he should be in love with it; never find a wine disappointing but identify it as a mortal enemy, an attempt to poison him. Bizarre and improbable side tastes shold be proclaimed: mushrooms, rotting wood, black treacle, burned pencils, condensed milk, sewage, the smell of French railway stations or ladies’ underwear.”
It’s about having a passion beyond comprehension. He has it. Don’t believe me? This is how he described his cousin’s house wine:
stupendous horror… the foul beverage itself tasted of vinegar, blue ink, and curry powder… [like] a bunch of dead chrysanthemums on the grave of a stillborn West Indian baby.”
And that one got him fired from the magazine where he wrote his column. Shocking.
[The many covers of McInerney’s book, A Hedonist in the Cellar.]
For more, check out A Hedonist in the Cellar: Adventures in Wine, by Jay McInerney here.