from wine pages

…one time years ago at a Cabernet and Cab Franc tasting in Napa, Crocker & Starr, I described one of the CF vintages as gothic, vampiric, haunting and pursuing. The guy I went with, a then-manager, general manager I think, at the wine “marketing” “firm” where I was working. Hardly a marketing place, and not anything what anyone imagines a firm to be. I called it the box. ’Cause it was a box, and box was in the name. Anyway, that tasting, which spanned something like eight or more vintages, for both varietals, showed me what new wine, wines, does to a writer like me. So, I need more. Not to drink, or even so much repeatedly taste. To write. If I can’t travel, yet, physically, then I can travel around winery to winery, bottle to bottle, character to character.

Tomorrow at Lancaster. I’m familiar with everything there, and feel self getting a bit bored with the characters in bottle. Last week a friend brought that DuMol which was a relief, maybe tomorrow I should bring something. Pretty sure someone else will bring something. Yes… assigning to self. Stop at store on way home from office. One white, one red. Not sure of varietals now, but what I’m after, what we should all be after when thinking wine and if we really do want to better know the character of wine principally, and immediately with the singular bottle in front of us, then we need be pursuers. Act as authors. Take the story into our own hands. And again…