by tonylim » Fri Mar 30, 2012 2:46 pm
For wine lovers too...
A gentleman goes to the Lucas Carlton in Paris with his girlfriend & orders The 1928 Mouton.
The waiter returns with a bottle and he pours a Sample for tasting.
The customer places his nose in the glass taking a deep and slow sniff; he puts it down on the table with a thud.
"This is not the 1928 Mouton."
The waiter assures him it is, and soon another 20 people surround the table including the chef & the manager of the hotel, they are all trying to convince the man that the wine is the 1928 Mouton.
Finally someone asks why he is so positive that it is not the 1928 Mouton.
"My name is Phillipe de Rothschid, and I make the wine."
Finally, the original waiter steps forward and admit that he poured the Clerc Milon 1928. "I could not bear to part with our last bottle of
1928 Mouton.
Sir, you know Clerc Milon, it is in the same village as Mouton, you pick thgrapes at the same time, the same cepage, you crush in the same way, you put them into similar barrels. You bottle at the same time, you even use eggs from the same chickens to fine them. The wines are the same, except for a small matter of geographic location."
Rothschild calls the waiter forward, and whispers to him,
"When you return home tonight, ask your girlfriend to remove her underwear. Put one finger in one opening, another in the other, and smell both the fingers. Then you will understand what difference a small distance of geographic location makes.".
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