Dry Fortified Wine

We can all become pretty stuck in our views. Our minds can stay closed off to anything that challenges these views and we ourselves deny even the idea that these views could change. I always knew this was true in theory, but in reality, like many people, I simply thought my opinions were the right ones. But the truth of the matter is that until you yourself challenge the opinions and views that you’re stuck with, absolutely nothing is going to change.

This is of course true when it comes to political or social views and values, but it can also be applied to minor or inconsequential things. In fact, sometimes the way you realize the ease with which opinions and views change is quite trivial. This was certainly the case for me.

You see, I had always thought that dry fortified wine was gross. I thought it tasted like dirt and smelled like the vegetable crisper after a power outage on a 40-degree day. All in all, it was not something I ever wanted to drink. Until the day I had to drink it. I don’t want to be so dramatic; it wasn’t a life and death situation. But I was offered it in a professional setting, one where asking instead for a cranberry vodka would have caused a wholly different outcome.

So I took the glass and drank the fortified wine. I was determined to keep a straight face, desperate not to show how much I hated it. I wanted the respect of those whose company I was in, and this seemed like best way to keep it. But when I tasted the wine, it wasn’t nearly as bad as I thought. In fact, it was almost pleasant. It tasted like brandy (unsurprisingly) but I could also just taste the fruity and oak flavours they always talk about in movies.

I never thought I would enjoy a fortified wine. It certainly wasn’t calling out to me as something delicious, or something I should drink. I always thought of it as something my grandparents drank. The smell alone reminded me of Friday night dinners when the adults would gather round for a port.

Look, I’m not going to go out and start ordering port at a club, or even a bar. But, now I know that while it may not be the most delicious drink out there, it is something I can drink. It just goes to show; even when you think you will hate something, your mind can be opened to something new, as long as you let it be.