Cork Dork: A Wine-Fueled Adventure Among the Obsessive Sommeliers, Big Bottle Hunters, and Rogue Scientists Who Taught Me to Live for Taste

by Bianca Bosker

We tasted a red from Burgundy he pronounced the “Sophia Loren of wine,” a Chablis he called “the crack cocaine of Chardonnay,” and a Riesling he christened “the face that launched a thousand ships.” An excellent Pinot Noir was a “fuck-you-sideways wine,” a big California Cabernet was a “fuck-you wine”—aka a “purple bazooka,” aka “solid juice,” aka “purple oak juice.” He deemed one Sauvignon Blanc “asparagus fart water with extra grapefruit.”