Drawing a blanc.

I had my first wine class tonight, at a local college. It was my first time being in a classroom in a while. I even reverted to my college personality a little: I got too shy to talk and was most excited when the girl next to me said she liked my jeans. And it seems a few others were the same way: There were still those people who ask questions just to prove they know more than the rest of us. Which irks me, but whatever, insecurity can be a beast.
So mostly I'm taking this class because I'm tired of reading wine reviews that rave about a wine's "smoky" or "citrus" attributes and just thinking, "It smells like good." We focused on white wines this time, like sauvignon blanc, gewurtztraminer, rose and viognier. They were all pretty good, except for the viognier, which smelled like pee. But we slugged it back, just to ensure our full education. And I still don't know how I feel about pink wine like rose. The stigma of white zin has tainted my judgment.