The week in Singapore flew by in a sea of wine. Seems not a bad thing but my tongue felt whipped and my gums started to ache. By the last, fifth day, when we were drowning in a flood of less than mediocre wine for Economy class, I stopped taking notes. All my notes were similar – “simple, short, dilute” and I seemed to be repeating myself like a broken record.
A relatively easy day of tasting about 70 New World Chardonnays. All wines are tasted blind and the wines rated 17/20 (90/100) are tasted separately against each other. We (Steven Spurrier and Michael Hill Smith) are mostly in sync with our scores even though we taste and rate each wine separately. Today we only had to discuss 3 wines which happens when one person really liked or disliked a wine.
It was completely unexpected. We arrived at Le Centquatre just minutes before the Gourmand Wine Book Awards ceremony began. We were late, but inside the cavernous building, it was impossible to find where the ceremony was taking place. There were no signs and no guides to point us in the right direction and room. The food awards had just been given out and the Master of Ceremonies had already started when we finally found the right room, rushed in and sat in a row of empty seats.