You remember how Livia would reel off her tasting notes. Claim to discern strawberries, blueberries, lichee nuts, coffee, black pepper, liquorice, mint,. Even figs! Even tar! Even something feral in Loire sauvignon blancs …
Cat piss, she called it.
Cat piss – yes .
She’d claim wine was vegetal. That it was floral. That it had a barnyard quality. That it was vegetative. Or spicy!