You’re at dinner. You’re not concentrating too hard. You have a wine you like. How do you remember, a week later, what you drank?
The biggest wine complaint I hear from my friends (normal, functioning members of society, most of them, with normal memories) is that they can’t remember this one bottle they loved. Because I work in the wine business, I often field the questions: “I had it at this new restaurant. It was white. Maybe from Italy? Do you know it?” My friends also can’t ever quite remember why they liked the wine—whatever it was—either. Was it the flavor? The finesse? The way the wine went with the food?
But that’s how it happens. You’re at dinner. You’re not concentrating too hard. You’re possibly a little bit buzzed. How do you remember, a week later in a wine shop, what you were drinking?