Ducal crest of the Duke of Delicacies
A Royal Decree

On the Proper Temperature of Red Wine

Everyone repeats that red wine should be served at room temperature, and everyone repeating it is wrong, because the room in question was a stone-walled dining room in a country house with no central heating and a draft you could sail a boat through. That room was fifteen degrees. Your kitchen is twenty-three.

Warm red wine tastes of alcohol and regret. The tannins go flabby, the fruit turns to jam, and the whole thing arrives at the palate like a handshake from a man who has just eaten a scone.

Put the bottle in the refrigerator for twenty minutes before serving. Twenty. Set a timer if you must. The wine will emerge at roughly the temperature its maker intended, and you will taste things in it you have never tasted before, which is a strange sensation for a bottle you have purchased many times.

I am aware this contradicts what you were told. A great many things you were told about wine were invented by people trying to sound authoritative at dinner. I am, admittedly, also such a person. The difference is that I am correct.

Yours, with a raised brow and a raised glass,

Bluffton
The Duke's Crest

A Final Decree From The Duke's Hand

While it may come as a shock, His Royal Excellence, the Duke of Delicacies, does not, in fact, exist. We apologize to any visitors who were preparing to curtsey or request an audience. The esteemed Bluffton Moxley Palmetto is a purely fictional aristocrat, conjured for the sole purpose of adding an air of regal absurdity to these volumes.

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