I really enjoy composing some posts and this is one, where I walk down memory lane and spend a lot of time on one post.
Confession, I am not a wine connoisseur and as quite a number of people my age do, at home I drink cask (box) wine. I am a cheap drunk. I really like the cask wine I drink, Colombard Chardonnay. I wouldn't drink it if I didn't. I've never really found a red cask wine to my taste and if I drink red wine, it is from a bottle and of a reasonable quality.
There were some really cheap and nasty drinks around when I was young. Sparkling Porphyry Pearl was one, a bubbly white wine and quite horrible, and with a weird plastic stopper and a screw top. I bet this woman wore high heels when cooking the family evening meal, although tottering a bit on her heels after a couple of Porphyry Pearls as she prepared dinner.
Hospital brandy for my maternal non drinking grandfather when he felt unwell. Pretty rough stuff I think. Does anyone remember if it was for drinking or used as an anesthetic? It was consumed and not applied?
But what on earth was in Brandivino? Brandy mixed with wine? Sounds delish, not.
Then there was Screwdriver that my mother occasionally drank. What was that? Guggle is being unhelpful, but I think it was a premixed vodka with orange something and maybe you added lemonade. At about the age of 16 one evening my step father's son and I mixed Mother a very strong Screwdriver and we then both went off to the local park to drink beer. Mother was a bit drunk when we returned for the only time in my memory. I can't find a photo of the concoction. This a US version.
Popular with my school mates was Stones Green Ginger Wine, which caused many students to vomit, frequently and often, perhaps myself too and if I can't remember, probably.
Then along came Mateus Rose in a distinctively shaped bottle, sickly sweet as I recall but the bottle was so nice and often reused as a table centrepiece upon a red and white checked table cloth with a candle stuck in the neck of the bottle with solidified wax dripping down the side of the bottle. We were becoming very Mediterranean and recyclers.
Our choices were becoming classy now, with Ben Ean Moselle. What a drink! I would spit it out now. Though it was many years ago, still the price tells all.
Of course no self respecting Australian would drink the most ghastly wine that can be seen in liquour outlets all over the world in recent years, Yellow Tail. We do actually make good wine in Australia. Yellow Tail is not one of them. Don't buy it.
I wonder how the ever so now fashionable Aperol will be viewed in the future? I think it is actually Campari, as used to be drunk Campari and soda, but correct me if you know.