On the Slippery Slope

There are wine tastings and wine tastings. Some are for higher motives, like training the taste, the tongue and the palate into delicate unison in pursuit of hedonistic satisfaction. Others are just an excuse for a piss up. This wine pilgrimage, started with higher intentions, is turning into the latter!
I am relatively dyslexic when evaluating the characteristics of different wines; wandering from one tasting room to another as I succombe to yet another dégustation, take a moment to think of my befuddled palate as the trail of chateaux merge gradually into one but yet another hoves temptingly into sight.