'Vineyard Peach and Gravenstein': Have the wine critics gone too far?
I'm a musicologist, but I've never written a description such as: “This symphony has beginning suggestions of Mistral, the grind of Arctic glaciers and yak burps, moving gradually to cast-iron clothes wringer, antique gas pump, page turn, and Uzbeki traffic, and arriving at a climax of Brighamia insignis branch crack."
Source: theberkshireedge.com