The first day we flew from our base on St. Thomas to St. Croix. Balmy weather in February, around 80 degrees F. The warehouses were temperature controlled.
What struck me, when I was looking over the wines in the warehouses and perusing the wine lists, was the disparity between what sat in the warehouses and what was often presented on the lists. You could find the trophy wines on the lists, but where are the trophy hunters these days? The pre-Wall Street bubble burst locked these wines onto the lists, but the world has changed. People are looking for values, but also wines that drink well with lighter, less hedonistic foods. Even folks on holiday are looking closer at their options, both economically and from a health-related point of view. A sashimi salad with a glass of Arneis seems more fitting than a SuperTuscan and a 20 ounce slab of meat. The world has changed, but the islands are still locked in a place that time seems to have passed.
Is it the end of the world? No, rather it is merely a reset. But as I was looking at some of the marooned wines like Amarone and Sangiovese, I felt bad for the farmers back in Italy who put their heart and souls into those bottles.
A half bottle of 2001 Recioto is probably drinking well right now. Probably it would be better suited in February to drink it in front of a fire while watching the snow fall. But they have drawn the beachcomber card. They say everything has a destiny, karma, even inanimate objects. The fate of these bottles seems they have washed up to shore and wait their time in the sun.
In other remembrances...
dear Lizanne. Just a small recollection of her short time on earth. She is still missed, will always be. She was pulled away from us too soon, a cruel reminder of the fate we all cannot wriggle out of. Happy birthday, my funny Valentine...
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