Today DCO dabbles with rhyme time in a discussion of Rhine wines. (The dabbling will be minimal as that was the last rhyme in this entry.)

In “A Tramp Abroad”, Mark Twain explains that wines from the Rhine region of Germany are so characteristic that “One tells them from vinegar by the label.” Now, it could be argued this is an unfair assessment, as vinegar is a respectable fluid with dozens of worthy uses, and to some (me, for one) has a flavor agreeable enough to encourage direct consumption. Further, Mr. Twain’s vantage point was 1878. German vintners have had better than a century to improve on the product.


The abrupt conclusion to this entry owes to my nervous monitoring of the approaching thunderstorm and attention to more sober pursuits at the office.