Seppelt Victoria Shiraz 2003 (Great Western)
Another of my favourite mid-week guzzlers! It cost around $11-$12 and contains 13.5% alcohol.
There were aromas of spicy plums and other fruits. It was red, a little darker than a medium red. It was medium to full bodied. The palate showed a rich plum and fruit with moderate length.
I rated it on an overall basis at 85-88/100
and when I scored the components came up with
17/20 (again)
I think a lot of the good value guzzlers (ie under $20) are going to be in the 85-92 range. These are my everyday drinking wines and I save the better ones for the weekends and the really good ones for special occasions.
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posted by Mal at 8:44 PM
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Recently I have been inclined to open the good bottles during the week and the guzzlers on the weekend :)
Why not spice up tuesday night I say!
Murray
I appreciate the comment and the sentiment! I wish I could spice up Tuesday night!!
(cue violin music now)
As I have my own accounting practice, this is a somewhat busy time and I am finding that I am totally 'shagged' in the evenings (when I eventually manage to get home) and I find Friday nights and the weekends are the ideal time to have a good wine. Having a good meal and a good bottle of wine planned for Friday or Saturday night keeps me going during the week.
(stop violin music now)
Mal,
Being self employed can fully understand how you feel after a busy day. That said would second Murray's suggestion.
Ed
Is this why your wine consumption has gone up? From what I see on your blog you drink good wines week nights AND weekends (except for the Mateus - but we are all allowed to blot our copybooks at least once). My hat is off to you!
You are both right you know but, first I need to cull some of the guzzler numbers. Additionally, even though I call them guzzlers, some are pretty decent wines. The Evans & Tate for one. The term 'guzzler' is a price indicator, rather than a quality one. That said, I would be pretty disappointed in any guzzler rating below 85/100.
shagged?
doesn't that mean getting, um, a little something?
:-)
I've found that when I am dead tired a couple glasses of the red works better than coffee as a pick me up
TWC
Yes it does have that meaning too! I can tell you are from Californicate! However, in the case of we Aussie braggarts it means getting A LOT!!
Alternatively it means tired, and in the Aussie vernacular, rooted, stuffed, f**ked, knackered, buggered (not what you think), wiped out, or just plain knocked up (again not what it means in the US).
In this case it meant totally wiped out. Getting to the office at 6.30am and leaving at 7.30pm Monday to Fridays and 9.00-3.30 on Saturdays. I think I might do what you have done - get rid of the practice and work from home.
So, if you were getting shagged and you were female you could get knocked up and then you would be shagged and really knocked up.
Don't you hate those kind of hours?
Thanks so much for the giggle gentlemen....
Tannia
Tannia, the pleasure was entirely ours.
Mal, there was a term that all the Aussies roared with laughter upon seeing it plastered all over billboards here. But, I can't remember what it was so there is no punch line.
TWC
Sorry for the delay in responding. I was pretty crook the other day, after coming down with the dreaded lurgy, and spent half the night praying to the porcelain priestess.
I bet you wish you hadn’t started me on all the colloquialisms, although you had to get the last one – didn’t you? ‘Praying to the porcelain priestess’ means the same as to ‘chuck, chunder, spew, technicolour yawn, liquid laugh, pass the peas’ or just plain ‘vomit’.
You are right! There are some phrases and parts of our respective idioms that just do not translate that well. For example – around 1989 and 1990 I spent 12-18 months living in the US and based in Orlando, FL. On a couple of occasions I got into trouble using a well know Aussie expression, in fact I had one lady threaten to call security in a Home Depot store. All I said was “I’ll be blowed if that’s 5/16 of an inch!” so I didn’t know what all the fuss was about.
After this episode and two other ‘near death’ experiences because of this phrase (one occurring when my mild mannered and very proper secretary, who was old enough to be my mother, scolded me for using such terrible language in front of her) I started to think that maybe “I’ll be blowed” didn’t mean the same in the US that it did in Australia – see, I am really quick on the uptake. Once I found out what it inferred in the US I was embarrassed and immediately apologised to my secretary (who had, despite my pleading, steadfastly refused to tell me what it meant).
“I’ll be blowed”, at least in Australia prior to about 10-15 years ago and the influence of US movies and TV, means much the same as “I’ll be damned” means in the US. It is an indicator of incredulity not of anything sexual. In a similar manner “blow that” in Australia usually means something akin to “the hell with that” or “no way” – eg “clean up the garage? – blow that”. There was never any sexual connotation whatsoever.
Apparently Bill Clinton was partly Australian because he thought getting blown (US meaning) had no sexual connotation when he said “I never had sex with that woman”.
So what would you make of my name?
Drinking your best gear during the week is the only way to go, renowned as GW would say...
Shaggy
I am sure TWC may want to comment on your name but from where I sit it sounds a little Austin Poweresq or you spent a little too much time wathcing Scooby Doo!
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Mal, funny stuff allright. I knew you'd been to the US to visit but I had no idea that you had lived here as well.
I am a big fan of dialect, accent, colloquialisms, and such so I loved your story.
My daughter sounded like she was from Boston until 2nd grade. She naturally spoke that way until gradually her immersion in California culture erased the Boston accent and now she sounds like a Valley Girl. My theory is that the Boston accent is closest to how English was originally spoken and that's why Katie naturally fell into that manner of speaking. Of course, I could be full of crap, itself a word that migrated here from England with US troops after WW I and was derived from the term crapper so named because a bloke named Crapper invented something akin to the modern toilet and had the bad luck to have his name permanently associated with it. I actually don't think the term is used in England.
It's Sunday morning at your place, hope you're enjoying a nice cup of coffee and something good. I'm working (did take a break to putter in the garden for a while).
It's getting close to wine thirty so I'm only going to work for just a bit longer.
I have six wine reviews stacked up to do and I just can't seem to get to it. Big Shrug.
Adios
There's only one visual that goes with the name Shaggy and Mal got right to it.
I do like Shaggy's blog and I intend to link to it. Better buy some bandwidth dude. :-)
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