Was I the only one who found Theise's book unreadable, self-contradictory word salad? I'm sure it makes sense to him but I've never done drugs... Going on and on about how "true" complexity is unknowability, but the most important aspect of flavors is to be clear? I started over about thirty pages in, but that didn't help.
If I had to guess, Theise has a great palate for a certain type of wine (one that I love, to be clear), and tremendous enthusiasm. The rest is just a post facto rationalization about why he has great taste.
If I haven't offended everybody yet, Joyce's Ulysses is also crap, and Moby Dick is an easily enjoyed straightforward adventure novel.