If one more person says “women, like wine, get better with age,” I will literally lose it.
First of all…I can promise you…women don’t always get better with age. Some do. Some don’t. And the same applies to wine. (No offense to my fellow boomer babes out there…I’m actually grateful to feel like I’ve improved….and I’m guessing you do as well).
So, let’s just go over my personal observation of the transition of wines for my own generational palate, desires and experience (again…I’m clarifying…this is my opinion, memories and thoughts, so please take no offense in my lack of early sophistication…I’m sure everyone has their own fond members of “time in a wine bottle” of the last 40 years).
What a difference a decade makes…
A decade makes a ton of difference when it comes to our taste buds…I should know…I’ve been through all the major stages except the “I can’t taste anything anymore stage”, but that’s yet to come.
But when it comes to wine, it’s real and valid that our tastes change. At 20 (okay…for legal purposes…21…but who are we kidding, my generation drank way before legal age), we thought we were cool tossing back chemical catastrophes known as ‘blue nun’ or ‘boones farm strawberry hill’ in Dixie cups in the back of cars named “Vega” and “Nova” . Better yet…what about our weak attempt at sophistication with sparkling wine known as “cold duck”. Yea…boy…we thought we were so grown up…but really we just wanted a buzz and the sweeter the better. How we didn’t all end up sick each time is beyond me, but the youthful body, just like the youthful palate, can handle a lot.
A decade later, we were hip to start sampling whites… and… well the latest invention of box wines for our desires. There’s a novel idea. Instead of wasting the money on a bottle, let’s just put it in a foil bladder and stuff it in a square box with a spicket at the end. Nothing reeks of lazy drinker like a box of wine. LOL…no cork, no fuss, no breakage…no refrigeration. Whoa….