http://collierwebbfoundry.com/products/brass-cast-gallery-rail/gallery-a1-0169-2c/ Here I am getting ready for another upcoming wine tasting/seminar and I’m already thinking about what my notes will reveal. Will I see a person in one of those wines next week? Now that I’m fully aware of this “thing” that happens every now and then I think I’ll do a brain dump on the last person I saw in a wine before I get a pile up of people 🙂 By the way, I’m still trying to figure out if I associate a type of person with a varietal. So far nothing, but I’ll keep putting my thoughts down, but if you think this content is strange, move onto the my last post about Santorini.
Buy Xanax Paypal A few weeks ago, my pal Kirk Peterson brought over a bottle of Ruchè (La Miraja Ruche’ Di Castagnole Monferrato) , which is a grape grown in the Alto Monferrato in Piemonte, Italy. I’ve never had this varietal before, so naturally I was excited and interested.
http://studiopaintdesign.com/painted-end-tables/jerome-end-tables-9-copy/ Handing me a glass, he said, “Here, try this. It’s rrrrrrukay!”
Order Valium Next Day Delivery Delighted by his enthusiasm, I immediately gave it a swirl and took a sniff. Right away, I took in its extraordinary and magnetic floral intensity, which started to present a person. But who was she? Part of me ignored the vision of this girl from an Eastern Europe, dressed in a rust-red velvet tea-length dress with flat smooth, satin slip-ons. The other part of me just wanted to savor this wine, re-join the conversation and forget about the girl because really, who cares?
But, back to the girl. The vision always presents itself as a still image of a person in some form of action. This girl is sitting at her piano, which isn’t the jet black shiny type. Instead, it’s crafted of distressed marled wood of sorts and the setting is not at a concert hall, but rather a practice room either in a basement or music school. This is a girl with long and thick mahogany hair is probably playing Baroque but could also be playing rock ‘n roll from a legendary British band for variety, which could be why her talent is slowly getting recognized and taking her outside of her tiny speck of a town. I’m just guessing this, as I don’t actually hear anything.
Her eyes are green with lots of dark pigments of earthy-brown and ochre. She has a small mouth with a dab of semi-sheer tint of red on her bee-stung lips. Her hands are youthful and skinny, but her fingers are long and strong, precise and determined. I was intrigued by how delightfully aromatic this wine is and how unique and funky it is on the palette. Certainly, a contrast from nose to palette. I’m not certain it’s a wine for everyone’s taste, but I think she is a delicious experience.
Then I had the opportunity to taste her again this past weekend. She was much more pronounced this time – 17 and half years of age to be exact, from Eastern Europe, like I thought earlier – either Bulgaria or Romania. She’s the only child of older parents. The family’s hope is for her to become a well known concert pianist. She’s not as concerned about it, though. There is some tension in the family. Not sure why I see this – perhaps something tragic happened in the past? I sense there is some complexity in her history, and it shows in her hands. And I’ll just leave that alone right there.
As for the wine, I’m not sure if it has any correlation to the person, but it’s a light to medium bodied wine, young, pretty, nervy, gutsy, mysterious, passionate, vibrant, yet melancholic at times. Downright delicious.
See? I told you I can’t describe wine like the somms.
And oh, I saved the original bottle (empty since that day) Kirk gave it to me and just took a sniff. Roses. My son described it like the crushed pink rose petals that are inside the sachet bags. Yep.
NOTE: When I took a picture of the bottle for this post, I noticed the girl on the label. I knew she was there all along, but I never paid much attention until today. Admittedly, she’s not quite the person I see, but I’m going to contact the producer and find out who the girl on the bottle is.