Folks around the table were curious to taste the French wine. After all it is famous, perhaps one of the most famous (and expensive) wines in the world. And yes, we tried it and it was lovely. But it didn’t fit the night. Where we had come and where we were going, with the food and the preceding wine, the Vin Santo was the more appropriate wine. And for the evening it was more delicious.
Earlier in the day I was at the pool store. I was looking at a pump. It was very quiet. So I asked one of the salesmen about it. “It has an Italian motor, very quiet,” he remarked. When he said the word “Italian” he become solemn, as if its Italianness imbued the pump with more finesse. More cache. Not just quieter. Better.
For a number of reasons, but not really where I am going with this. No, what I am curious about is how things fit, how the wine chosen rises to the appropriateness of the occasion. Sure the d’Yquem was lovely, but it was out of place. The Vin Santo wasn’t. It was a simple observation.
Another factor was the weather, for some reason the d’Yquem seemed like a cold weather wine, to go with something more savory than ripe fruits. As it is blisteringly hot right now, even at 10 PM, the Vin Santo acted like soup, it had an almost cooling effect. And it complemented the blueberries and the strawberries better.
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