Excellent ! Fine Wine

> A man goes to the Lucas Carlton in Paris with his
> girlfriend and
> Orders the 1928 Mouton.
>
> The waiter returns with a bottle full of wine, pours
> a small amount
> In the glass for tasting.
>
> The customer picks up the glass, smells the wine,
> and puts it down
> On the table with a thud. "This is not the 1928
> Mouton."
>
> The waiter assures him it is, and soon there is
> another twenty
> People surrounding the table including the chef and
> the manager of
> the Hotel trying to convince the man that the wine
> is the 1928 Mouton.
>
> Finally someone asks him how he knows that it is not
> the 1928
> Mouton.
>
> My name is Phillipe de Rothschild, and I make the
> wine."
>
> Finally the original waiter steps forward and admits
> that he poured
> The Clerc Milon 1928. "I could not bear to part with
> our last
> Bottle of 1928 Mouton. You know Clerc Milon, it is
> in the same
> village as Mouton, you pick the grapes 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 beckons 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. You will understand what difference a
> small distance Of
> geographic location makes.

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