Two trade fairs down, one to go. Mister Serious up there and I are very much hoping to have found an importer for Belgium.
The fair at Rotterdam in the Netherlands was pure horror for me because I had the migraine of my life. Poor Vincent had to stand up alone all the time while I tried to move as little as possible with the sugary sweetest smile plastered on my face (I tried. It probably didn't work).
Nevertheless these occasions usually have their funny moments. One of my favorite evergreens is when someone male comes to the stand and starts telling me what kind of wine women like.
I tell you, one never stops learning.
For example Rose Wines. After all I've heard I must believe that Roses are typically women's wines and cannot be consumed by any self-respecting man.
Also, Roses are for those who are indecisive (concerning the what-shall-I-drink-red-or-white question) and don't know a lot about wine. Obviously we're talking about women. Because all men are wine connoisseurs.
This is the moment I cough a little. Because it's either coughing or laughing and I can't very well laugh in the face of a potential client.
The topic of Roses exhausted, the client will then usually move on to Reds, growing a little in height, because THAT'S what men drink. Because red wine is the real thing.
Ah well. I just wonder where the notion that drinking red wine is something to boast with came from.
And I do wonder why they think they need to tell wine makers or wine sellers all this, especially when they're women. Taste is something so very personal and everyone has the right to like or not like something. Personally I wouldn't mind a cup of tea right now. It's freezing cold in Rotterdam.