After our stops at Noravank and Tatev, we stopped at a small family-owned restaurant for dinner. We had a wonderful meal, and as the sun disappeared, we were invited to a wine tasting. As we entered the wine cellar, I chuckled to myself, I didn’t know anything about wine, other than it has alcohol in it and grapes are used in the process. I truly thought I was going to make a fool of myself in front of a master winemaker in one of the most famous wine regions in the world.
My fears quickly subsided however, because the host was the most down to earth man I have met in Armenia thus far. He took the time to carefully explain the process of winemaking and the history behind the region. The host then taught us how to let the wine “breathe” and how to tell if it was good or not. It felt kind of funny going through the steps the first time, but by the end, I started to see results, or at least I believed I did; in the end, that’s all that really matters anyway.
After the lecture, it was finally time to taste. My favorite wine was made from Areni grapes, native to Armenia, and was bottled in 2008. I hope to wow (or concern) my parents next week with all of the new things I have learned about wine and the culture of Armenia.