Wednesday, November 7, 2012

A Gift To The Living (Oct. 20, 2012)

When you're a kid, eventually you become aware enough, of both the external world and your own internal workings, to seek sense out of life, and you expect adults to provide the meaning for you. One of the painful points in reaching adulthood and maturity is the realization that life doesn't always make sense. I arrived at that point at about 2002, when my mother-in-law became an imbecilic invalid in a car accident. And with my recent promotion, my life has become even more hectic and less prone to rationalization.

It's probably jejune of me to expect a bottle of wine to offer solace from chaos and to somehow lay out a logical picture of the universe, but if any genre could offer such a vision, it would surely be a German Riesling.

To wit.

Emrich-Schönleber, Nahe, Monzinger Frühlingsplätzchen, Riesling Spätlese, 2007

There's a steely veneer to the nose, with apples and peaches and a well placed dash of saline minerals, as well as a lightly leesy note. The palate is still sweet and simple, with calm, soft acidity, requiring time to display the light airiness of the Halenberg of the same year, and just starting to hint at its depths.Yet, this is a spectacularly pretty and delicious wine, offering all the balance, clarity and regal breed of Nahe, and I expect greater complexity and delineation in the years to come. It's not deeply profound, right now, but it's a beautiful escape from the day to day grind.

Giaconda, 170 NIS.

And before I finish, here's one man's attempt at explaining away the secrets of existence.


And another man's.



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