“Cheers!” she said, raising the glass to her lips.
“Hang on!” I said, holding a hand up. “Just try smelling it first. I know it sounds strange, but something like 75% of what we taste actually comes through our nose. Just give it a try, please.”
She had frozen with the glass inches from her lips. She looked at me like I was crazy, but then carefully sniffed the wine. “Mmmm. It smells…nice?” she said, smiling.
“Does it remind you of anything?” I asked, patiently.
“Errr. I suppose ‘grapes’ is not what you’re looking for?” she smiled again shyly. She closed her eyes and sniffed again. Her brow furrowed. “Oh yes, it smells a bit like…grass! Oh dear, am I being silly?”
“No, you’re spot on,” I told her. “That is the Sauvignon Blanc grape. The grassy smell is one of the primary indicators. B
