I was out in the wine country of Australia when I first heard this story.
The owner was entertaining the tourists to a wine tasting.
He was holding the fort so to speak following the death of his old buddy Bill, the
wine connoisseur and taster.
A tramp like character staggered in and interrupted the group.
“Hear you’re looking for a new wine taster ….. I’d like to apply”
Trying to get rid of him was difficult, so the owner offered him a glass of wine
to keep him quiet.
In front of everyone the dishevelled man tasted and paused
“Muscat, four year old, grown on a north slope, matured in steel containers,
ordinary but acceptable”
The owner was astonished.
“Give me another” again the tattered looking man tasted with people looking on.
“Cabernet, eight years old, southwest slope, oak barrels, matured at 8 degrees.
Needs another three years for real ripeness”
Everyone was astonished.
“Come on, another one”
“Ah that’s different …… a Pinot Blanc Champagne ….. excellent and exclusive”
The owner had a quick word with his secretary. She exited and returned after
a few minutes with another glass ….. with urine.
The slightly intoxicated man smelled …. put it to his lips ….. paused
“It's a blonde, 26 years, three months pregnant and if I don't get the job I'll
name the father"
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