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Tempranillo Tantrum
I cannot believe how you are both behaving this evening. Roger, look at your wife. Look at how embarrassed she is right now. And you, Gregory, are no better than your brother. Spouse or not, the chances of you seeing me naked any time soon are very, very minute right now, mister.
Honestly, you are both professional business men in your forties, for Pete’s sake! You can’t put your silly sibling rivalry aside for one nice evening out with your wives? You can’t just relax and let each other enjoy a glass of Cathedral Ridge Tempranillo? No, of course you can’t. You’ve got to try to one up one another with your “I taste spicy notes of tobacco" "Well, I taste raspberry fruit leather and cocoa nibs!” routine. Very mature, fellas. Were you about to come to blows over the oak nuances with underlying hints of cherry, strawberry and cinnamon? Were you? Because that’s what it looked like. Actually, no, it looked like two children about to scrap over which one got to ride the swing first. I hope you’re both very proud of that.
Well, I had thought we might split more of this Tempranillo over cured meats and hard cheeses, but I can see now that’s not possible. CHILDREN, after all, shouldn’t drink wine. Susan and I will just enjoy it ourselves, far, far, away from your petty bickering, and then we'll buy a couple plane tick - Oh, NOW you’re ready to behave, are you? That figures.
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