Cul de Cuvée: Death & Karens

The recently-random bits.

For those not up on all things Iberian, today is ‘Sant Jordi’ in the Catalan regions of Spain and France. It’s a lot like Valentine’s Day except with books and roses as well as no chocolate and probably less drunken sex. This lack of action likely has nothing to do with the suggested wine pairings that local sommeliers shit out curate for the day, focusing on either red wines to match the roses given, or rosé wines to meet halfway and sell pink juice from the harvest before last as we all know that themed wine pairings, suck.

Also on the theme of pairings is the rise of the AI Sommelier. People are already fighting back by saying that, “A.I. will never be able to understand the mood at a table, the vibe.” which is true, but, won't the dining experience also be missing that ‘thing’ when there isn't a disgraced Master Sommelier offering to masturbate in front of you even after you’ve repeated that you don’t want to go back to his hotel room? Some things you can put a price on, for everything else, there are lapel pins.

And for those who didn’t hear, famed wine critic, Robert Parker, enologist Michel Rolland has joined that micro-oxygenated tank in the sky after living a life that most any mortal on this planet would have killed for.