I know I've written about garlic blowing my palate out of the water, it happened again. Garlic and I have a precarious relationship, one marred when a certain beautiful liquid enters the room. I've tried and tried to make them friends. It hasn't worked. This means that I'll henceforth shun my friend garlic for my bestie: wine.
Cyril's Cuvee. Chappellet. 2006. A nose that made me shiver, and taste that made me purr.
Enter gyro dinner. So first, let me announce, it's not really the best pairing...uh. Not at all. But I didn't think I'd kill my palate after eating some tzatziki with it. Needless to say. I was grumpy for the rest of a few minutes until I got over myself.
Advice to you all. Don't do it.
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