A team of French and Italian researchers has mapped the genome of the pinot noir grape, used to make bubbly and many red wines from France's Burgundy region and around the world — and it has about 30,000 genes in its DNA. That's more than the human genome, which contains some 20,000 to 25,000 genes.
PSUFAN wrote:Seriously - I think we need a different approach - strong, intelligent, principled, and fresh. Obama seems to fit the bill for me best at this point.
Then you are a fucking fool. Straight up. Obama is the dumbest motherfucker who has ever run for President.
Haven't got the firsthand report from the vineyard yet this morning. The pinot needed about two more weeks of hangtime, but it rained hard last night. Not sure if it damaged the skins or not, but the moisture can really cause problems with powdery mildew. If skins are damaged or the mildew takes hold, it means they have to come down, like today/tomorrow, which would probably mean less than fully ripe. It's times like these that separate the good vineyard managers from the wannabes, since the decisions made over the next few days to couple of weeks are the difference between brilliance and disaster.
If everything gets cropped early, it may be the first time in recent memory that an odd-numbered year didn't deliver big-time. A coincedence, I'm sure, but it's a trend that's been going on for about two decades. But the good winemakers will step up to the plate and crank it out, and the pretenders will continue to pretend.
Hell, I will accept no to-go container, nor will I recork a fucking bottle of Sutter Home. If I crack a bottle with you and your Aunt Edna, then we're getting Fucked Up and I'm sampling her bloody ass snacks later on.
King Crimson wrote:anytime you have a smoke tunnel and it's not Judas Priest in the mid 80's....watch out.
PSUFAN wrote:Pinot Noir is the Wheatbeer of the wine world.
Of course the Flyover Heathens would be in the dark.
Pinot is the ultimate winemakers grape. No grape embodies terroir like pinot. And with a good crop and good winemaking, you can get into some big, big, big wines.
But go ahead and stick to drinking "white zin" (no such thing, if you wanna get all technical and stuff) by the boxful. It suits you.
I really don't drink "white zin"...unless my mother-in-law wears that one push-up bra and promises to help me with my laundry, then the Gristle comes upon me and all bets are off.
*cracks open a Screaming Eagle Blush for the Friday Afternoon Downtime
King Crimson wrote:anytime you have a smoke tunnel and it's not Judas Priest in the mid 80's....watch out.
You are either the most well rounded fukker on the planet or a google wytch.
I'm voting the latter. I just can't see some scrawny white trash pothead famous for his stories of pig fukking and irresponsible driving being the kind of guy that sits around with other faggits swishing grape juice around while using really stupid terms to describe it.
My personal wine tastes? I'll take that big titty sweet stuff. Lambrusco, zinfandel, lebfraumilch or any of the other kool aid wines.
mvscal wrote:The only precious metals in a SHTF scenario are lead and brass.
I've actually considered trying to "get into" wine a few times, but honestly, I kind of like not knowing shit about wine. I like the fact that I can roll into Trader Joe's with 10 bucks in my wallet and walk out with three bottles of some Charles Shaw Merlot or Cab. Tastes just fine to me. That's not to say that I can't taste the difference between 3-buck Chuck and a $40-50 bottle of BV, but it's really just not worth it to me. At least with weed, if you spring for the good stuff it actually gets you higher...
You are either the most well rounded fukker on the planet or a google wytch.
Yeah, either that, or I've worked in wineries/vineyards here and there over the years, and have always known people in the business... could be that.
Matter of fact, one of my bestest oldest buddies finally got his federal winery permit, and now owns his own (run in part on the pilfered resources of the winery he actually works for). Does cab and syrah, rather than the usual U&L Burgundy fare. Really high-end sort of stuff. Matter of fact, there's a message from him on my voicemail. Not sure if I want to return the call yet, since this time of year, it might involve "well, I need to go get some grapes. What are you doing today?" Since the vineyard he scores the ultra-booyah grapes from is like 300 miles away(the Burgundy stuff being local, and I have no desire to go slog up and down that steep hill... that's why they invented Mexicans).
You are either the most well rounded fukker on the planet or a google wytch.
Yeah, either that, or I've worked in wineries/vineyards here and there over the years, and have always known people in the business... could be that.
Would this be before or after you helped GM design the Corvette, taught Ben Crane that time isn't everything, gave Layne Staley his first singing lesson, and fucked every groupie skank in the Portland metro area?
"Once upon a time, dinosaurs didn't have families. They lived in the woods and ate their children. It was a golden age."
—Earl Sinclair
"I do have respect for authority even though I throw jelly dicks at them.
You are either the most well rounded fukker on the planet or a google wytch.
Yeah, either that, or I've worked in wineries/vineyards here and there over the years, and have always known people in the business... could be that.
Would this be before or after you helped GM design the Corvette, taught Ben Crane that time isn't everything, gave Layne Staley his first singing lesson, and fucked every groupie skank in the Portland metro area?
The 300-mile-from-here grapes have been transported already, or Round 1 has anyway.
The vineyard updates says that while the moderate rain is fucked, the pinot isn't ripe enough to worry about yet.
This means I can consider watching football with said winemaking buddy. Always got to be cautious when accepting invitations from him this time of year.
smackaholic wrote:Who wants to bet that the most valuable crop on that dirt patch is something other than grapes?
It's a winery. A winery is a building/property where they make wine. A winery may or may not have a vineyard, which is a field where grapes are grown. Not sure which part of "the grapes are 300 miles away" you didn't understand.
As far as my bro... yeah, pretty much. Although aging, said winemaker was a pretty serious thug/hoodlum as a younger man. That hasn't stopped him from making wines that have recieved awards on multiple continents, and wines he's made have even been discussed in threads on this board.
As far as the cash crops -- I will neither confirm nor deny that the scenario you allude to may or may not have happened at a certain property in Sonoma, CA. Once you have your own license, all of a sudden hiding "bonus crops" in the field doesn't sound nearly so clever, since that'll get a license permanently yanked.
smackaholic wrote:Dins is a wine snob?
You are either the most well rounded fukker on the planet or a google wytch.
Do you think this is news or something? I’ve seen Dins swing her purse for a full 15 rounds at the other crystal stemware huffing knob-gobblers over which red wine goes best with a 12 oz tubesteak. Seriously, this shit has spanned numerous 10 page threads over the years and you’re just tuning in now? Dins is in full-on, bojingo tweaking, “Sideways” mode 24x7.
You are either the most well rounded fukker on the planet or a google wytch.
Yeah, either that, or I've worked in wineries/vineyards here and there over the years, and have always known people in the business... could be that.
Matter of fact, one of my bestest oldest buddies finally got his federal winery permit, and now owns his own (run in part on the pilfered resources of the winery he actually works for). Does cab and syrah, rather than the usual U&L Burgundy fare. Really high-end sort of stuff. Matter of fact, there's a message from him on my voicemail. Not sure if I want to return the call yet, since this time of year, it might involve "well, I need to go get some grapes. What are you doing today?" Since the vineyard he scores the ultra-booyah grapes from is like 300 miles away(the Burgundy stuff being local, and I have no desire to go slog up and down that steep hill... that's why they invented Mexicans).
Let Crush begin... without me.
No No No,remember you myopists, we cant have Mexicans in this country for any reason. You and your old winemaking pal are just gonna have to pick his grapes yourselves. Can you imagine the price of wine if we had a bunch of slothful Dins out there picking the grapes.You wouldnt get done till Christmas with the harvest.
Well, that too. I'll still take a can of Bud Heavy over a glass of fine Shiraz 99 times out of 100.