Check fruit or root before you buy
I’ll need some time to prove this theory.
If you believe it affects the taste of wine, then, to YOU it most certainly does affect the taste.
I remember way back when Audiophile had an article about listening to speakers in a dark room with a flashlight. Shine the flashlight on a speaker, and that speaker will sound ‘different’. I’m sure to the observer who believed this, it most certainly did sound different.
However, the microphone, oscilloscope and audio analyzer must not be sensitive enough to tell the difference; as they recorded no difference whatsoever. This is the nature of subjective things, like taste and sound.
The moon bats always seem to whine a lot more during a full moon does that count?
wine tastes good to me on any day
A few years ago, I would have been into this. Since Obama, all wine tastes sour.
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Tight-slacked clad girls on the graveyard shift
neath the cement stroll
Catch the midnight drift
Cigar chewing charlie
In that newspaper nest
Grifting hot horse tips
On who’s running the best
And I’m blinded by the neon
Dont try and change my tune
cause I thought I heard a saxophone
I’m drunk on the moon
And the moons a silver slipper
Its pouring champagne stars
Broadways like a serpent
Pulling shiny top-down cars
Laramer is teeming
With that undulating beat
And some bonneville is screaming
Its way wilder down the street
(chorus)
Hearts flutter and race
The moons on the wane
Tarts mutter their dream hopes
The night will ordain
Come schemers and dancers
Cherry delight
As a Cleveland-bound greyhound
And it cuts throught the night
And I’ve hocked all my yesterdays
Dont try and change my tune
cause I thought I heard a saxophone
I’m drunk on the moon
—Tom Waits
My mother was carefully taught by her father to do everything in accordance with the phases of the moon. Planting, slaughtering medicating and everything should be accomplished by the Farmers Almanac including some actions that should occur only when the signs were right.
Since she was from French Swiss ancestry in the wine country the article seems in tune with very ols paractices
My Thunderbird always tastes the same to me although I will say that it sometimes has me howling at the moon.
But taste? Sheesh, I don’t believe this article.