2004 The Little Penguin Caberet Sauvignon (SE Oz)

Oho! Now the Penguin on the label was basically irresistable. Cruising my way through the aisles at the K-mart Supercenter (uh, I was there to pick up a trouser clasp, uh, no some sweatshirts, uh) there it was, a whole stack of "Little Penguins". Thinking mostly about the glam value among Penguin fanatics, I chose one bottle. At the veg curry dinner, it was an immediate hit--the bottle label that is. As we sat down to the table, after having let the wine breathe: "Swede. It's what you call a Rutabaga", "Sounds like the name of a financeer". "If she's really pushing the boat out, you get the potatoes to .. . " "Say the sentence will you!" " Shut up" "I'm trying to finish a sentence here. . . . " "Penaclty shredded potatoes cooked in a stock and corned beef" Now I'm sorry for all of that above, but I thought it important to set the somewhat combative scene for what followed during the assessment of the Penguin wine. Josephine: "Goh, that's pretty nice!" Lin: "not bad" AD: "It doesn't make your arms flap" Josephine: Chorking, lip smacking sound. Mike: "I distinctly remember looking at the rim of my glass and seeing a pile of debris on the edge!" So you see how the Little Penguin calmed the waters of discontent and brought harmony through a certain level of blandness. We then moved in to the comparison of British and American corned beef hash. Note the Little Penguin was the first violation of the "same hemisphere" rule but didn't violate the "same quadrasphere" rule.