Swirlers, one and all, near and far,
What started as a good idea (and remains a good idea- this blog) has lain fallow for far too long. One could understand the hiatus that summer in Oregon requires: endless gardening, marketing, etc., while the sun shines, but how to account for the period between blog inception and today? Too much to do? Maybe. Wrong medium for our group? Probably. Lack of provocative subjects, to goad us dinosaurs onto the electronic inkplot? No doubt.
So, let's try again. I will not pressure you into joining me on this sojourn, but I have much to say about wine, etc., and I need a creative outlet to express it (I guess the creative part is subjective at best).
Wine thoughts: I'm currently plagued by the Cayuse allocation system. It seems like a marvelously contrived trap that creates a sense of need/want, such that you must obey the call to purchase, lest you lose your place in line. Is the wine that good? It is very good wine. But, for the price of Cayuse, I can buy higher end French and Italian wines that I would probably like more. So do it? Because there is no way to reflect or take a time out: you buy in or you lose. So, in the end, we buy. It's not the buying that I object to, in the end, it's the "have to" that drives me nuts. I predict we will eventually step out of this production line....but not this year!
Wine Notes: We opened a 1998 Cotes du Rhone from the Perrin Brothers the other night. One we purchased from Beaumont Wines (the sight of the sticker filled KT and I with pangs of nostalgia). This wine is pushing nine years and still retains a lovely vitality. We are no experts in this but it seemed like it might have just started to turn from "peak drinking" to subtle slide toward past prime. Still very enjoyable; still filled with the classic Rhone profile: herbs and spice and warm provencal soil. Even seemed a teensy bit petulant. But thoroughly enjoyable and a good reminder to be moving quickly through our remaining 98's and 99's. Oh the rigors of cellar management.
Fall is here and with it endless opportunities to wade through our largess of rich red treasures. Another reason to celebrate this changing season.
Ciao,
gene
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2 comments:
Will post later when I have more time but, for right now, I simply want to know how to spot a petulant wine if I ever happen to encounter one in a dark alley somewhere.
First of all, Jewel would never let you wander into a dark alley. But, if she did, you would know "her" by the tickle in your nose.
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