Things don’t exactly go as planned when the 1% drinks like the 99%. For the last two weeks (or there about) I did something I really didn’t need to do or necessarily want to do, but when I thought about it, I decided it would be an interesting experiment or at the very least, entertaining. Besides, I’m always up for a good challenge. There were no holidays or celebrations, no birthdays or dinners on the horizon. No big occasions that would compel me to throw open the wine cellar doors and look for a beauty just sleeping on the rack begging to be dusted off and uncorked. So, with nowhere to go for the next few weeks, I began.
Wine Rating: 94
“God made Cabernet. The Devil made Pinot Noir.” – André Tchelistcheff
Pinot Noir: the impossible grape varietal that should not be. It’s a tough vine to grow, from its immensely delicate skin to its persnickety need for precise growing temperatures, along with its critical preference to soil types. The vines need water, but one mustn’t dare overdo it. The vines need sunlight, but not too much, not too little. Then there’s the willowy, delicate branches and the slender, fragile trunk. So naturally, this is my absolute favorite. I adore everything about this grape. Everything.
A little bit of history that is worth revisiting.
In 1500 B.C. the land was cultivated by the Celts. Around 58 B.C. the Romans conquered, took the land and made it the center of their wine region. Grape growing for the purpose of fermenting was so significant to the Roman way of life, that they built barricades and military camps to protect the vines.