I'm 42, and I've not yet really learned how to drink alcohol like an adult. Back in February I talked about how I don't like red wine. But I don't like most white wines either. I tolerate them a little better then reds, but not by much.
When we were first married, Jeff had me try different drinks with marginal success. I think White Zinfandel was the first attempt. The first sip was sweet enough that I could do a second and maybe even a third swallow, but after that, it was too dry for my tastes. I kept trying from time to time, but never really acquired a taste for it.
Me trying Chardonnay for the first time was a disaster for my tongue but made Jeff laugh quite a bit.
After we'd been married several years, he brought home a Riesling and told me it was a sweeter white wine. The first sip wasn't too bad, and I could get through a few more swallows without making funny faces or needing a drink of water. However, it was more difficult for me to get through a full glass of it. I managed, but just barely. And then we'd have almost a full bottle of Riesling left that would remain undrunk because neither of us wanted it.
Fortunately, someone had the good sense to have me try Saracco, a sparkling Moscato, a few years after that. Success! It was sweet, bubbly, and light. It didn't have a lot of alcohol in it. It didn't taste like vinegar or sour grapes! Hurray.
After that I tried a still Moscato and liked it too.
Before you think I've solved my wine-drinking problem, you need to see this:
Yes, this is a picture of three unopened bottles of Moscato. I've had all of them for at least a year, and two of the bottles may have been in the pantry for about three years. I took one of them out of the refrigerator, where it has been for about three months because I thought I might have a glass. Three months ago. And I still haven't opened it yet.
What's worse is that last week we went to dinner and I ordered a glass of moscato. It wasn't a very good moscato, and I had trouble drinking all four ounces of wine.
And this, my friends, is why I will never be a wine connoisseur. Or even a wine snob. Or probably even a proper adult. Oh well.
ETA: If you're viewing this in Safari or Firefox, the picture of the wine bottles is upright, as it should be. If you're reading this in Chrome, the picture of the wine bottles is sideways. My camera was oriented the correct way when I took the picture. I can only conclude that Chrome hates me.