You are currently browsing the daily archive for October 17, 2012.

It used to be said that, in partaking of a drop of the crayture, one should never mix grapes and grain.  It seems that a growing body of tipplers is now saying damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead:

Cognac blended with moscato? A new style of pink port? And how about a mashup of sparkling white wine and vodka?

Hard liquor is showing a softer side as producers shake things up with new blends that put wine and spirits in the same bottle.

“Companies are going out of the box,” says Ted Carmon, spirits buyer for the BevMo! liquor chain.

There’s no official category name so far — spirited wines perhaps? — but Carmon traces liquor’s “anything goes” movement to Pinnacle Whipped, the wildly popular whipped-cream flavored vodka that came out a couple of years ago. “That really rewrote the rules on what kind of flavors could be used.”

Bill Newlands, president of Beam Inc., which bought Pinnacle Vodka earlier this year, sees the intensely flavored Whipped as playing into a trend of consumers “whether it’s an alcohol beverage or anything else, looking for more flavor reward.” They’re looking for two things, he says, “flavor and flavor intensity.”

I’d suggest they also look for teh aspirin.  Drink what you like, folks, but don’t come crying to ol’ Robbo when your head feels like it just got stormed by a spontaneous mob protesting an offensive yootoob video.


Because I just can’t take another airing of Pachelbel’s ‘Canon’ on the radio.  This is one of the most ravishingly beautiful pieces of musick I know and demonstrates what real grounded bass composition can be.

Greetings, my fellow port swillers!

I see where Lance Armstrong’s Lucifer-like fall from the sporting heavens has accelerated with the decision of Nike to sever its sponsorship of him due to the “insurmountable evidence” of his alleged long-time doping.

Not that I’ve been paying that much attention to the story, but I gather that despite Armstrong’s insistent claims of innocence, the brief against him is pretty damning.

I recall some years ago remarking over at the Llamas – perhaps when he was about to break the record for Tour de France wins for the first time – that something about Armstrong had always given me the creeps.  He had about him an eerie intensity, a hunger that exceeded all healthy competitiveness and passed into the realm of the grotesque, even the malevolent.  It just didn’t sit right.  If memory serves, I got pretty thoroughly pummeled in the Tasty Bits™  Mail Sack for daring to have these doubts about such a bona fide All-American Hero.

I won’t use this opportunity to say I told you so.  I simply will remark that I have found myself over the years to be a pretty good judge of character.  Even at several removes, my instincts are seldom wrong.

And speaking of character, I can’t help wondering what Armstrong will do now.  Continue to proclaim his innocence to the Universe?  Eventually own up to his past?  Simply go quietly into the night?  Pick up the pieces and try to start over?  Dedicate himself to good works of some sort?

I don’t know, but it’s never too late for penitence and redemption.   Were he to take that route, then yes, I’d call him a hero, too.

**”Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition. By that sin fell the angels.”  Shakespeare, Henry VIII, Act III, scene 2.


Blog Stats

  • 474,364 hits
October 2012