Black fine line tattoo on an upper arm showing a corkscrew, three wine glasses and a stacked list of wine tasting words such as earthy, fruity and dry.

Wine tasting words and corkscrew on upper arm

Fine line · Upper arm · Black and grey · Photo

The tattoo shows a stacked list of wine tasting words in block capitals: earthy, fruity, supple, robust, brawny, well-aged, full-bodied, bubbly and dry. Beside the list is a corkscrew with outstretched arms and three wine glasses, one small and two taller, each filled with dark wine. The linework is thin and black, with the glass fills shaded in solid black and grey, and the design sits neatly along the upper arm against a teal sleeve.

Fine line Lettering Upper arm Word Text

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Dilys Pryce had kept the book of tasting words in her apron pocket for thirty years, the card gone soft as cloth. Every autumn the Institute held its wine evening in the back room above the Co-op, and every autumn Gwyn Vaughan, who had worked the coal face at Tirbach until it closed, stood up with his glass held to the bulb and said the wine tasted of wet slate.

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This year Dilys had decided he would not get away with it. She had printed the list in block capitals and pinned it to the wall beside the corkscrew the committee used for the raffle, the one with the wooden handle worn pale. "Earthy, fruity, supple," she read out, tapping each word. "Use one. Any one. Then tell us why."

Gwyn squinted at the Merlot for a long time. The room waited. Outside, a lorry ground its gears on the hill road, and somebody's cat knocked a tin off the windowsill. Finally he sipped, swilled, and said, "Brawny. Like my brother-in-law after a shift. Takes a while to get going, then you can't shift it."

The room roared. Dilys didn't laugh. She poured him a second glass, the small stemmed one, wrote BRAWNY on the card in her neat hand and underlined it twice. It was the nearest thing to praise she had ever given a man who called her wine vinegar, and Gwyn knew it, so he drank the second glass slowly, letting her watch him enjoy it.