You like wine but wine doesn't like you. No matter how much you smell the corks to detect possible defects, you only smell the smell of cork. You observe but see nothing, you smell but smell nothing, you chew but taste nothing… Is rosé a mixture of red and white? There is still a long way to go but you will get there with practice and tasting!

It's not the desire to become a true tasting master that you lack, but the training. You aspire to be a sommelier, there is no doubt about it, but your senses are not yet sharp enough and all wines have a similar taste. But don't despair: if Beethoven was able to become a musical virtuoso while being deaf, there is hope that you will one day be able to tell a chardonnay from a champagne. Train your nostrils and your taste buds, that's the only thing!

You may be spending too much time deciphering the label and not enough analyzing the contents of your INAO glass. But you have a taste for adventure: you are curious about everything and you explore the vine jungle with a machete without fear. You mess up, you get lost, you fall but you always get back up. You have the enthusiasm of a future oenologist: don't despair, you are on the right wine route!

You are an initiate of the order of good bottles. If you are not yet a great master of taste-vinage, you have the discipline and curiosity necessary to achieve it. If you can't yet distinguish the subtle notes of yuzu at the end of the second nose of a small, obscure wine with heightened minerality, you know with certainty what you like and what you don't like, and that's already a lot !

The precision of your tasting is almost witchcraft. It’s like you fell into an oak barrel when you were little! You simply excel in the art of oenology, you are familiar with the most advanced techniques and your senses are as sharp as those of a professional sommelier. You're pretty good, to say the least... The path to absolute grace is not far away!

You are the Mozart of tasting, the Picasso of the Pomerol cellars, the Einstein of the Savagnin old and Comté accord 36 months of maturing with grains of salt! At a glance, you can distinguish Mourvèdre from Tannat. The subtlety of your senses has risen to the rank of divinity: you discern the most incongruous aromas in a few seconds in any bottle. You have passed to the other side of the barrier: you no longer taste the wine, you write its destiny.