Just because you are in Asia does not mean you cannot buy French wines in HongKong, you can still get a good Chateau Mouton and drink away to your heart’s content. In 2008 the Chinese government abolished tax on any alcohol that was less than 30% proof, so this means that your bottle of wine may actually be cheaper to buy in Hong Kong than in other countries. Woo Hoo I hear you shout, yes this can be very good for those casual imbibers but what it has done, is bring a culture of over indulging to the younger generation.
Really though I think it is the same with any country not just centered in China, go down any main street in a major city and there are the youth of today out in force and drinking away. The later it is, the more instances you will see of drunken behavior and the stupidity inherent in pickling your synapses in alcohol. This is a trend repeated through the ages and is not just a phenomenon of our times, it is almost like a ritual that all young adults seem to have to go through. Getting so drunk that in the morning one or both of your eyebrows are missing and you don’t know how it happened. Praying to the porcelain god and promising to never ever get that drunk again, which of course you do, hoping to god that the dry heaves will stop and that you will not actually throw up your arsehole, because that is what it feels like. Waking up and trying to chew your arm off because you have no idea who is lying next to you and your undies are missing, never a good moment, doing the walk of shame home in the clothes you were wearing the night before and hickeys all over your neck. Looking for an awesome wine? Check this out!
Yes all trials and tribulations that are the foundation for coming adulthood and all the responsibilities that are ahead. These are the memories that are repeated at the family bbqs and spoken of with quiet envy of times gone past, while drinking moderately from that nice bottle of wine. A Chateau Mouton Rothschild 2011 apparently a very good wine because of the extraordinary weather that year just north west of Bordeaux, which is where the grapes are grown and made into wine. Not very important really, as long as it tastes good, that is all I ask of a wine, that I can drink it and it doesn’t make my face curl up like I have just been sucking a lemon. I don’t care how important or pretentious it is and the price had better be right, not something that could send my kids to college and have spare change left over, I would not drink something worth so much money it could support a small country no matter how much money I had. Could think of fifty more important things to spend money on.