
I don't think I've ever felt so sad---light, heavy, enervated and morose, all at once. I think it is because I am able to understand (on some level) one thing (pacific oysters and a wine that tastes like ginger) and am baffled by something else, an unexplained, but unimportant phone call.
I think, I am too sensitive. That I am the type of person that never feels more alive than when sad, or, better still, learning something new.
Here's to the birth of the new. Something really good, too.
2003 Domaine St. Michelle Luxe Columbia Valley (about $25)
If you are thinking, "What cahones to vintage date an American sparkler from Washington", then I'm with you,and against you, too. Huge bubbles in sparkling wine, we call those "toad's eyes". Funny thing--this wine starts with toad's eyes and finishes with tiny, petulant streams of bubbles, blasting to the top of the glass, like synchronized swimmers of sperm. Not a pretty picture, but accurate.
When drinking this wine I remembered every health-ed film strip I'd ever watched, where tiny sperms cells raced to the top of the petri dish, just like those bubbles raced to the top of the champagne glass.
In the mouth, pure Ginger (Rodgers) and hazelnut and dried apricot and apples--just a little lemon. This sparkler went well with cucumber scented, pearly oysters on the half-shell, dotted with black pepper and served very, very cold by some self-conscious-somethings. No confusion there. Or sadness.




