Sherry At the wine tasting that week the shop owner uncorked sherry tipped it in shining sips into our eager glasses. The bouquet: dried flowers of fertile spring, the whiff that whips from confectioner's window, earthen liquor tang sitting quietly beneath. You could keep it on your tongue and try to guess: caramel, butterscotch, polished maple wood? It changed on its way down the throat, wafted up in the nostrils