|Cinquecento @ Lafite|
After being on the road for over two weeks, I am finally home in my own bed. It feels really good. Spain, Italy, France, two wine events, Vinitaly and Bordeaux En Primeur. Hundreds, dare I say thousand(s), of wines tasted. The last day alone we sat and tasted nearly 100 of the 2011 Bordeaux wines. Madness. Absolute madness. Driving up and down the roads of the Medoc, through all the communes, Pauillac, Margaux, all of them. Days spent on the Right Bank, Graves, Pessac-Leognan. Visits to every one of the First Growths and most of the Second Growths. Pomerol, including Petrus, Le Pin, La Fleur, Vieux Chateau Certan, Clinet. St Emilion superstars. And lots of Champagne tasted as well. And that’s just France.
And Italy, the reason this blog came about? Italy seems like so long ago now, but those four days at Vinitaly were packed with tastings, meetings, visits, dinners, hopes and dreams. And in between Vinitaly and En Primeurs I actually got to get on the wine trail in Italy. I even had a day or so to wander. It was in Tuscany, which at this time of the year was fresh and cool, although a bit dry.
|A gaggle of Deux Chevaux queued up @ Giscours|
No, as my luck would have it a few minutes later I was standing in another line to get on the plane and a very well dressed woman in black proceeded to almost knock me over. She apparently didn’t see me in her world. I didn’t get an apology as much as a “look” which indicated consternation that I had penetrated her world. She was also well-healed. From Mexico. Not quite American, but ugly, nonetheless. She did show up in the seat next to me, remembering nothing. Fortunately, she found herself a better station next to her unfortunate husband. After two weeks in Europe, I was being pounded back into the cultural time zone where I spend most of my life. It is never pretty.
|"Suicide Door" Meriva @ the scene of the crime|
I reckon I will have more posts on the things I saw and tasted in Italy and France. For now I am glad to be home. There are some tall hurdles to clear here in the next month or two. The idea that these notes have evolved on the six years I have been doing this has prompted me to wonder what this is all about. But in the end, like Dr. Parzen, likes to say, this is all vanity. I concur. Well, I look in the mirror and know exactly what it is time is doing. A little presumption isn’t a big sin in the scheme of things, is it? In reality all of this is the making of dust in the future.
Thankfully, the sweet taste of wine makes all of this much more palatable.
Happy holiday, all…