When you grow up on a vineyard, where your parents are winemakers, you are expected to like, if not love, wine. So clearly, my admission at age 17 that I hated wine did not go over particularly well. What has gone over even less well, is that even eight years later, I have not changed my mind. To be perfectly honest, wine has just always tasted horrible to me. Like juice that has gone bad, and yes that is pretty much what it is, but really what part of fermented grape juice sounds appealing?
I have tried basically every wine I could get my hands on; Shiraz, Chardonnay, Cabernet, and Pinot, as well as a huge amount of sweet wines like Moscato and Magenta. And I hated every sip! I even hated rosé, the stereotypical wine for people who don’t like wine. Even with all those tastings, and bottles bought from the local bottle shop, I couldn’t tolerate any of it.
So I thought basically I would never like wine for the taste, and I certainly wouldn’t be taking over the family business any time soon, and while the latter is still true, it turns out that if you try enough types of wine, you will eventually find something that you like.
For me, it was one of the strangest wines you could imagine, orange chocolate port wine. People, including my family, have been saying for years that port and chocolate went great together, and sure, it was one of my parents’ favourite ‘desserts’. But for me, I just never saw the reasoning behind ruining something as amazing and perfect as chocolate with port wine.
It is a good thing that I am able to admit that I was wrong, because it is beyond delicious! My parents have for years made a chocolate port wine, and it was the only wine of theirs that I never tried, and now I wish I had tried it years ago. It’s kind of strange, like a very chocolate-flavoured liqueur. But it’s a delicious smooth drink that is so comforting when it’s heated slightly and makes a brilliant dessert in itself, or as an ice cream sundae topping.
While my parents are happy I have finally found a wine that I like, I really don’t think they are particularly happy with the fact that it’s the one that tastes the least like actual wine. To top it all off, they hate that now I refuse to drink anything else from our family’s vineyards.
While I know it is probably tough for my parents to have their child really detest one of the things they adore, they had better get over it, because as much as I love them, I just don’t love wine. Well, except for chocolate port.