CLUB CARAVAN/ JUNE
Technically, tannins cannot be smelled or even tasted. They give us an experience. They are there and not there. Their physical reaction with our body is a bitter message from our (thankfully) still existing animal sense that we should not be imbibing in this nectar. However, we do, and we love it. We have grown to relish and celebrate the discomfort of astringency. It is our dance with the devil. It is throwing caution to the wind and yielding to the carnal instinct of pleasure being laced with pain (on a very very low level in this case). This month, as we indulge in some Say Tannic worship, we must also celebrate the duality of the tongue. Its ability to nurture and feed, as well as cut with words. It is the follower in the tango with tannins. Get ready to pucker up.