A few years back we were sitting in an upscale wine bar, twinkly lights abounded, a joyful dancing fire warmed in the large fireplace, It was our monthly wine tasting event and we were cozy with the owner at a table as people milled around sampling, catching up on the month’s events. I came back to the table with my next sampling.
“This wine has a screw cap!” Giggle, giggle, shake my head.
I could see that Lee had explained this many times and just as he had explained to me how to pronounce meritage, he patiently explained to me the reason for screw caps.
Cork is endangered, actually. It is a tree. And we sure use a lot of it to make floors, and wine corks, and corkboard. One could choose the plastic type corks but they expand and contract. So does the cork, actually.
The wine maker pouring the wines cut in. “Every one in one hundred bottles gets oxygen into it via the cork. That ruins the wine. I only have one shot at getting people to fall in love with my wine,” he says, “It may not seem like a lot, but one out of a hundred people are not going to re-purchase or try my wines again because of it. Screw caps keep oxygen out better than plastic or corks.”
This is also cost effective and helps keep wines affordable.
“Do you know how much I paid for that wine?” my dinner guest exclaimed ($13), “I can’t believe it has a screw cap on it!”
I proceeded to tell her what I just told you. It wasn’t until last night that I remembered my own lesson. I had bought different bottles of wine during the week but had taken them to friend’s houses and left it or my friends drank it all at my house. (I helped.) Last night I wanted a glass. I had three bottles of half drunk wine. One vinegary, one really vinegary, and the one with the screw cap. Doug poured me a glass of the screw capped one. I hesitantly sniffed it since it was about ten days old and after four, we typically pitch it. It smelled of Sangiovese, of Italian countryside, fresh currants, and cinnamon….
Ah, screw caps, you spoil me.