I smelled. I sipped. I swallowed. John Bookwalter, the winemaker for Washington state's Bookwalter Winery, looked at me. "What do you think?"
Peabody, Bookwalter and I were at lunch to taste three new Bookwalter releases (which I'll write about later). But we were also tasting a fourth wine, which the two of them had brought to challenge my palate and tease me a little. I would taste the wine blind and see if I could identify it.
I failed miserably, which was the point.