{"id":2057,"date":"2012-02-01T02:14:52","date_gmt":"2012-02-01T08:14:52","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.the-stupids.com\/?p=2057"},"modified":"2015-04-05T16:15:54","modified_gmt":"2015-04-05T21:15:54","slug":"the-three-stooges-wine-rating-system","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.the-stupids.com\/?p=2057","title":{"rendered":"The Three Stooges Wine Rating System"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>First, a warning:<\/strong> if you&#8217;re not from the US, if you&#8217;re female, or if you have good taste in entertainment, this scale will be gibberish at best and annoying at worst.<\/p>\n<p>I created the Three Stooges Wine Rating System several years ago to attack what I perceived as a major flaw in the use of numbers (or stars or clusters) to indicate wine quality: these are scalar quantities, measures of just one dimension. How pitifully limited to describe the multidimensional experience of wine!<\/p>\n<p>In rough outline, a wine can be assigned up to three Stooges &#8211; the more Stooges, the greater is the wine&#8217;s impression on me. A wine&#8217;s personality is expressed by the particular mix of Stooges employed.<\/p>\n<p>The quality of <strong>Moe-ness<\/strong> in a rating denotes the rough, harsh qualities of tannin and acidity. A wine with lots of Moe pokes you in the palate, slaps your taste buds, snarls &#8220;Spread out!&#8221;, demands &#8220;See that?&#8221; to your tongue before bopping it with a closed fist.<\/p>\n<p>A wine with <strong>Larry<\/strong> is easygoing, simple, inoffensive, soft, just trying hard not to grate.<\/p>\n<p>Wines of great character and special distinction fall into the <strong>Curly<\/strong> range. It takes something profound and complex to falsetto, &#8220;Oh, a wise guy!&#8221; It takes character to muse, &#8220;I&#8217;m trying ta think, but nuttin happens!&#8221;. Only the deepest and most profound can howl, &#8220;Moe, Larry, the cheese!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>But, my friends, there is a dark side. Some wines, without being actively bad, are bland or clumsy, really more lame than awful. They&#8217;re recognizably wine, but poor substitutes for the REAL experience. Such wines are <strong>Shemps<\/strong>.<\/p>\n<p>Descending further, the truly bad wines of this world, the real swill would be <strong>Joe Bessers<\/strong>.<\/p>\n<p>A wine that is particularly heinous in a novel manner is deemed a <strong>Curly Joe DiRita<\/strong>.<\/p>\n<p>A wine that makes me throw up after smelling it might be a <strong>Mousie Garner<\/strong> or an <strong>Emil Sitka<\/strong>, but I haven&#8217;t yet encountered such depths- and I&#8217;ve drunk wines from Morocco. There are also <strong>lagniappes<\/strong>, but I&#8217;ll deal with these shortly.<\/p>\n<p>Let&#8217;s see how the system is applied:<\/p>\n<p>I have in front of me (in my imagination) a barrel sample of a Ceretto Bricco Rocche from a great year. That&#8217;s GOT to be a Triple Moe, assuming I can still say &#8220;Triple&#8221; with all the enamel etched off my teeth.<\/p>\n<p>Ah, a very pleasant bistro-styled &#8217;95 syrah from McDowell. Not deep, but nice varietal character, good balance. It&#8217;s anywhere from a Larry Curly to a Double Larry, depending on the proclivities of the taster.<\/p>\n<p>A simple garlic and pasta dish for dinner tonight, with an excellent olive oil. I&#8217;ll open a &#8217;95 Mondavi Coastal Cabernet. Straightforward, juicy fruit upfront, a streak of herb and olive, with good acidity and noticeable tannin. Not for long aging, but a year will smooth it out a bit. Or I could JUST as easily say &#8220;Moe Larry&#8221;.<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s been a good day. Let&#8217;s celebrate. A bottle of &#8217;85 Jamet C\u00f4te-R\u00f4tie emerges and is rapidly opened and poured. This has everything you could want from syrah, stunningly expressive of its terroir. Aged to a perfect point, smooth, velvety, with an ever-shifting palette of aromas and flavors. Triple Curly.<\/p>\n<p>A pizza in the bright Provencal sun, baked in an oak-burning oven, topped with local olives, onion confit, a mild cheese, and olive oil. A cold glass of a nameless but perfect local rose&#8217;. Triple Larry.<\/p>\n<p>My drinking buddy JD comes by with a bottle wrapped in foil. &#8220;You&#8217;ve gotta guess on this one.&#8221; It&#8217;s red, I&#8217;ll give it that, or was at one time. It&#8217;s as oxidized and musty as Mother Theresa&#8217;s lingerie drawer. Its age has allowed the TCA from the particle-board cork to properly integrate with the (and I use this term loosely) fruit. I guess, correctly, Royal Malgreb, Morocco&#8217;s finest (no, he didn&#8217;t have a clue JD). Joe Besser, for sure. &#8220;Don&#8217;t ever dooooo that!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>One other defect in the unilinear ratings is the ceiling (though the British savant Michael Broadbent wisely used the occasional sixth star). What can you give a wine that&#8217;s the best you&#8217;ve ever had after you&#8217;ve scored something else a 100? In my improved system, we can (on the very rare occasions where it&#8217;s warranted) go beyond the Triple Curly.<\/p>\n<p>For example, I&#8217;m dining at Le Pyramide. Michel Ogier strolls by and plops his &#8217;83 C\u00f4te-R\u00f4tie in front of me. I swirl and sniff. The beautiful redhead sitting beside me coos into my ear, &#8220;If you put that glass down and we leave RIGHT NOW and go back to the hotel, I&#8217;ll give you a ride you&#8217;ve never dreamed of!&#8221; I smile at her, condescendingly, knock back my first glass and scribble on my pad, &#8220;Triple Curly with an extra woo-woo-woo&#8221;.<\/p>\n<p>That&#8217;s it. It&#8217;s a system that has the virtue of expressing both personality and quality. It&#8217;s a head-knock to droning discussion of point scores. It&#8217;s a pie in the face to the pretensions of those that can truly believe that a 95-point wine is &#8220;better&#8221; in some platonic sense than an 85-point wine. It&#8217;s a poke in the eye to the notion that tasters can reliably separate wines into 20 or 50 or 100 discrete levels of quality. It&#8217;s a better way to communicate the wine experience.<\/p>\n<p>Calling Dr. Howard, Dr. Fine, Dr. Howard!<\/p>\n<p><em>\u00a9 1998-2015 Stuart Yaniger. All rights reserved.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>Disclaimer: The Three Stooges do not belong to me. The Three Stooges\u2122 is a trademark of Comedy III Productions, Inc. No infringement intended, no money changing hands; I just have a life-long love for the Stooges&#8230;<\/em><\/p>\n<div id=\"themify_builder_content-2057\" data-postid=\"2057\" class=\"themify_builder_content themify_builder_content-2057 themify_builder themify_builder_front\">\n\n\t<\/div>\n<!-- \/themify_builder_content -->","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>First, a warning: if you&#8217;re not from the US, if you&#8217;re female, or if you have good taste in entertainment, this scale will be gibberish at best and annoying at worst. 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