by Covert » Sat Mar 03, 2007 7:30 am
I think because people can’t see the workings of their minds, they forget, or never learn, that perception is very far removed from the supposed thing being perceived. Have you ever seen Bob walking up the street just to learn that it was Jim as he got closer? Patterns of neurons that create a picture or experience in the mind are triggered by many factors. If you think you are seeing Bob, the neurons for creating Bob fire, whether you actually see Bob or not. Those neurons fire in almost the same way if you actually see Bob.
I say almost, because the exact same group of neurons never fires twice, since there are so many neurons and they are affected by the slightest side thought, zephyr of air blowing against one’s head, and the new array of memories that make up the memory portion of the mind every millisecond. The constantly changing set of memory neurons mix with, and fire with, any new set inspired by a stimulus, such as a glass of a new wine.
If you are a heterosexual young man enjoying a glass of wine with a beautiful young girl, the firing neurons that are creating that wine experience are very far removed from the neurons that would have fired with a glass from another bottle of the same wine the evening prior while drinking it alone after a taxing day at work. It is the set of neurons firing that is the experience, not the glass of wine, which is involved with triggering the experience.
We (meaning any old blokes) discuss wine endlessly, like we do the weather, Anna Nicole Smith, the stock market, our jobs, etc., because we do. It doesn’t have much to do with anything.
I very rarely drink wine with anybody except my wife; but when I do I am amazed at how much differently those people report their wine experience of the wine we are sharing. From this learning, I don’t even recommend a particular wine to anybody else, except one person. There is almost no relationship between my taste and the next person’s.
Like a lot of people, before I learned much I paid attention to what The Wine Spectator said and actually sought wines that they recommended, – until I bought a bottle of 1996 Cinq Cepages, one of their wines of the year, took a sip, gagged, and reflexly dumped the bottle down the drain, before realizing we could have cooked with it.
Obviously, other perfectly capable people probably loved that wine, and they certainly were not wrong. The only entity in the world that I pay attention to now with regard to wine recommendations is Jenise Louise Stone. (My wife doesn’t make recommendations, or I would take her advice, too, since our wine opinions are nearly identical, – and they probably wouldn’t be if we had been raised apart.)