Verbazingwekkende gebeurtenissen zijn ook de wijnwereld niet vreemd. Lees hoe een zwervende alcoholist zich ontpopte als een scherp wijn-analist en daarmee iedereen in de urine drukte:

At a wine merchant's, the regular taster died and the director started looking for a new one to employ.
A drunkard with a ragged, dirty look came to apply for the position.
The MD of the factory wondered how to send him away.
They gave him a glass to drink.He tried it and said, "It's a Muscat , three years old, grown on a north slope, matured in steel containers, not best quality but acceptable.”
"That's correct", said the boss.
Another glass....
"It's a Cabernet Sauvignon, eight years old, a south-western slope,oak barrels, matured at 8 degrees, requires three more years for finest results.."
"Correct again." Said the boss.
And so followed a third glass...
''It's a Pinot Blanc Champagne ,drinking well and exclusive'' calmly said the drunk.
The director was astonished and winked at his secretary to suggest something different.

She left the room, and came back in with a glass of urine.
The alcoholic tried it.
"It's a blonde, 26 years old, three months pregnant. And if you don't give me the job I'll name the father."