Wine, but more than wine.. a voice, a personification that wine itself never anticipated would come to materialization— song with varying chords, not subtle and not overboard, but more a loving core, a sense, a sensibility that Jane Austen would wish she’d penned, new letter from the travelled Bordeaux beauty… she teaches and reassures with her gothic romanticism and dark, atmospherically Victorian tonality.  Defying everything while loving what’s defied at the same time.. daring duality, from the fruit ease to the leathered and textural swagger.  Conviction, invitation, lit amour from sip first—

She pauses but then persists with her turn, smile, elevation, oration.  I’m smitten and bewitched and want to stay up for other sips but return cork for next night’s visit.



IMG_9263A lazy Saturday, and I think of opening something, but I don’t.  With wine there’s an erotic factor, some insatiable voice that has to be delayed, as that makes the wine last and taste better, have more conviction and hold on your humanity.  Thesis of the day, this lazy Saturday and my day off which I’ve spent pestering myself on what to open tonight and how many wine visits I haven’t yet written about and posted to blog…  Just pick something.  In fact, open something you “shouldn’t”.  Something you ‘should’ age.  Already have it picked I think, now I feel like I’ve done something today, not so gelatinous and procrastinating.  I’m wine-responsible.


Bottled Thought:  004

IMG_9886During yesterday’s tasting at Sunce, I realized what an interesting dynamic and existential morsel a tasting room is.  Why?  Well, it’s where people familiar with or curious about wine amalgamate to see what’s in the glass, what this winery has to say, and what they’ll see, learn, like, dislike in what wine’s poured.  How their palates and senses concerning wine develop at that bar, at the counter with the person or couple people pouring for them.  If they’d had Merlot before but not at this winery, you could say they’ve never had Merlot before, in that moment and context, in the pleasurable entrapment of that tasting room.


I’ve always seen the bar as not so much a filter, but a doorstep.  Or maybe IMG_9884a bit of a filter, for the consumer, the one who makes the business and our world (those in the business and writing/blogging about it) forward in creative deluges of varietal interpretation and exploration.  Yesterday I had three Pinots and several Bordeaux pours, among much else.  Steve behind the bar was gentle and convivial, and encouraging of my reaction to Sunce’s pours.  A moment of growth for me as a wine consumer, where I didn’t have to think too hard about what I was poured but just be receptive to the new takes on the grapes.

IMG_9875When I hear the word “tasting”, I think ‘trying’, with no pressure or coercion; no intimidation and no expectation.  It’s a travel to somewhere you’ve never seen.  And “Room”? I think ‘comfort’, I think ‘welcome’, I think ‘ease’.  So I have to again ask why some surround the subject of wine with unnecessary anointment, with self-indulgent hyperbole and unwanted totem talk?  It’s Life, this wine we sip, and the room is where we appreciate it, sip it and grow from, in, and with IT.  “So, then, how is a ‘morsel’, as you said?” Because, boldly, it’s a matter of taste, of preference and proclivity.  It’s personal.  So there is no right.  And aptly, no wrong.  So step to the bar with eagerness and no angst-angled chagrin.

Bottled Thought:  002


Wine is a travel, I’m starting to see at my age.  A growth and a story, a voice with my voice–  Traveling through life and moments as a wine chaser, teaching me; the bottles look at me intently, with urge to gently and effusively instruct.  Last night I sipped the rest of a Sonoma Coast Pinot while last week I was in Syrah’s sprawl.  One varietal then to the next type, vintage to vintage, teaching me more about me and my place with wine.  Where will I be tomorrow, though-wise and with my reflective skips, with wine?  I don’t know, and I love that.  Wine and I follow each other, it’s this metered tango that we both don’t want to stop.  And the synergy is infectious.

Harvest Shots from Peay Vineyards