A Bit of a Wobble

It was judgment hour at the village show: I was volunteered as they thought I'd know how to discern between eight small bottles of rhubarb and ginger vodka tipples. Tasting just a sip from each of the eight, I puzzled over a method to rate just which was the best, then second and third. I knew which was first but my memory blurred the flavour of others. So what to do? I looked for sediment, for clarity too, but couldn't decide without more tastings of others before making the placings. Each one I sipped seemed better than the last so should the one given first now be recast? I looked at my jottings and scratched my head as my mind now fuzzy was losing the thread. I stuck with the first but with others so fine placing second and third was hard to assign. For each of the eight who entered a bottle thanks from the judge with a bit of a wobble.