The Saturday was the night for partying; we were going to Bruichladdich village hall for a melting pot of Jazz, featuring the dulcet tones of Subi Coleman. I had heard she was quite something so we decided to get in the mood and get stuck in to some of the local wine, or should that be wine bought a local co-op......here's how we got on........
Hardy's Varietal Range Merlot, 2009 :- Plum, raspberry, spice and liquorice on the nose with a thick sweet palate of Christmas pudding, spice, treacle and jam. Quite impressed but definitely playing within the thick jammy mould.
Tesco Finest Pouilly-Fume, 2008:- quite New World in style, lemon, lime and grapefruit, relatively concentrated. The palate was very minerally, with lime peel, and grapefruit bitters. Nice
Campo Viejo Rioja Reserva, 2006 :- Coconut, vanilla, mulled wine spices with a blackcurrant and redcurrant palate. Dark, soft and tasty.
Chablis, Co-op, 2008 :- Lemon, kiwi, lemon sorbet and a slight riesling-esque note on the nose. Smooth and dry, subtle but a bit hot on the finish. I preferred the Tesco version.
Schloss, Reinhartshausen, 2007, Hattenheimer Wisslebrunnen, Riesling, Kabinett, Rheingau, Co-op :- Pretty sweet on the palate with lots of lime but missing that identifiable "rieslinginess", not as sharp and focused as I would have expected and the acidity was certainly less than the flavour and sweetness warranted. Disappointed although it did improve the day after.
Prestige de Calvert, Co-op Bordeaux White, 2008, 75% Semillon, 25% Sauvignon :- Quite neutral on the nose, like a boring Pinot Gris. Lemon, off-dry, neutral, simple with a bit of peach flavour towards the bitter finish. Unimpressed.
With our palates sufficiently whetted we hurried ourselves to the next concert. Mrs Metcalfe in the front row, all was good. Until of course, they extended the front row to include three other rows, leaving Mrs Metcalfe in the third row. No comment.
Subi came on to rapturous applause wearing a turkey foil inspired wrap-around top. For the oven she was not, but at least it distracted us from the ever-increasingly strange Islay crowd.
An inebriated Islay woman, much larger than nature intended, wearing head to toe Turquoise, first stepped on Mrs. Metcalfe's foot only to angrily gurn at both myself and Mrs. M for the remainder of the concert. Most odd. In the dancing part of the evening, Turquoise proceeded to do the funky chicken with any male under 50, there were only four of us, lucky.
Turquoise was then propped up by a gallant Subi Coleman and a woman wearing head to toe knit-wear. By the end of the song, Turquoise was hoisted to her seat, tin foil in one hand and wool in the other. With Turquoise safely sitting, Knitted was able to have a dance on her own, that was until a well-dressed dwarf decided to join in. An odd, grind come twist dance move ensued. With the height difference, an odd situation appeared where mid-grind, knitted's knee was thrust close to dwarf's face. Holding on to the stage for stability and both grinded to the floor, Subi, as always, lent a hand to get them in to the upright position.
As pale Scot 1 pointed out… “ If this is what happens to a room full of grey ramblers when the whisky is flowing? Always keep their passports valid, you never know when a holiday to Zurich is in order!”
Memorable but a warning to all. Stay away from Turquoise.
Bon aperitif
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