I pour this wine for eight people and watch eight people pour it in the dump bucket like a poison. Like it’s a trick. The table, collectively, looks at my face as if they will find a punch line scribbled on my forehead.
I try again, for three more.
Same thing.
Ha Ha , now I get it. Riesling.
But, this isn’t “Fargo”, a hysterical murder, though the wine I’m serving offers as many crooked smiles and awkward pauses as that movie. And, I’m not pouring “Summertime”, a biography of someone else, though really it is.
Not only does the wine taste like summertime and sunshine, but this wine IS a biography spanning 200 yrs. of familial winemaking.
(of the Prum family, specifically Raimund, the current owner and winemaker at S.A. Prum.)
Shake it off. They don’t realize that you’re wounded, a mother seal on an ice flow in Antarctica, watching her cub clubbed.
2006 S. A. Prum Graacher Himmelreich Riesling Spatlese
From the Graacher Himmelreich vineyard in the Mosel-Saar-Ruwer comes something I really like, ( I like tricks too, but this isn’t one), a wine with the intensity of Gabriel’s stare and summer cum autumn and a love life with someone you won’t see sleeping, ever.
Riesling.
Rose petal jam on broiled grapefruit and pear tartin. Ginger. Gas and piss on the nose, mixed with sweet nectarines and honey rolling down a rock quarry. While fermenting, it spent five weeks in the company of some fine natural yeast. What went on in there?
Summertime, cum fall. The Life and Times of S. A. Prum.
This wine could sit around for as long as I’ve been alive and just get better. I can only hope for so much.
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