Perception of wine in the Sri Lankan circles that can afford it, is changing against established Sri Lankan male (SLM) attitudes. The ascendent unspoken view makes wine a drink of sophistication, worldly cosmopolitan-ness and cultural refinement (even more sophistication). Relatives from abroad (they will be descending soon for the “season”) are quite active in spreading the idea. These and other factors behoves the SLM to develop a better understanding of the changing situation. Along with this little introduction is interesting little informational video to move things along.
Traditionally, the SLM regards wine an unmanly ladies’ drink. Meant for women who are too fragile for Whisky, Vodka, Arrack, beer, Bicardi and other traditional essentials of demonstrating manhood. Male Sri Lankan wine drinkers are seen as suspiciously odd arty types, hoe-moes, pro terrorist NGO peaceniks and anyone else seeking the title of “odd bugger”.
Subconsciously the SLM knows that Wine is essentially French grape juice. It comes in two colours: beetroot and slightly constipated urine. It is drunk from girlie glasses most SLMs would dare be seen holding at the sports club. Granted, consumed in sufficient quantities wine reproduce all the effects of drunkenness (sorry Oscar). However this is viewed as a perverted path to the only true purpose of alcohol — getting piss puking drunk.
Such views are easily and loudly aired amongst one’s machans in the evening twilight from plastic chairs on the sports club grass. Yet beyond the club gates, the social landscape changing. The Sri Lankan male (SLM) is a vulnerable social animal (a fact never admitted even under torture). To survive amongst more powerful social animals (Wives, female relatives, girl friends, mistresses) the SLM must be agile in his publicly exhibited tastes. His views on wine is an easier survival induced compromise.
One prominent form is to lug a bottle along when invited over to dinners. Most cunning males prefer not to open such bottles and simply pass it on at the next dinner.
In the worst case scenario you may be expected to procure wine for the refined palettes of visiting ex-pat relatives. On top of denting the arrack budget, you may be expected to converse about the esoteric of this fermented grape juice. In the face of these horrors I would like to recommend to my fellow machans to this hilarious film which taught me all I need to know to fake it about wine.