Tuesday, April 7, 2009
"But it's so delicious, I don't want to spit......."
....oh get your mind out of the gutter. That's the feeling of absolute remorse and agony that I've had the past couple days each time I swirl a sip of award winning Semillion, Cabernet Franc, Reisling, (just to name a few) that are purged in a giant vat of "spit wine", reluctantly leaving my mouth. If you were to drink all the incredible purged wines in one glass would it be the Super Hulk of good wine? The Suicide of vino? A super power. Any willing to give it a sip and find out....? I'm afraid my bravery fails me on that one.
I'm in the midst of a press trip to Walla Walla, Tri-Cities and Yakima to build up the tourism and recognition of Washington wine country. I'm having the crash course in wine tasting, as someone who frequently chugs gallons of Carlo Rossi now sipping some of the finest wines in the world, echoing the sentiments of writers from Wine Enthusiast, Wine Spectator and "pineapple! I do taste the pineapple!", I've become a human sponge. My palate is on overload and yeah, that's right, I said it- Carlo has an acre or so of my heart, but I'm learning that I need to make space for more "vino love", for the good stuff.
Four days, over twentysomething vineyards, which is barely the surface- there's some 160+ vineyards, little me, a notebook, and a thirst.
I could hibernate here. I could take up glass blowing (which the owner of Barnard Griffin has done), have long dinners, get to know the chefs and pick locally grown fruits and veggies. I would start collecting something and actually take "long walks", I'd know my neighbors and I'd learn how to make beautiful crostinis for snacking between sipping. Obviously,it's easy to see why the people who live here are such champions of their state, so much so, I'm romanticizing what it's like just to walk on a day to day basis on these grounds.
Winery owners that are making QUAN are still out in the vineyards, obsessing over barrels, tending to the fruit, caring for it with kid gloves-genuinely in love with their lives.
You always hear people say, "Someday I'll retire (move to Tuscany, quit my job, FILL IN THE BLANK) and I'll own a vineyard." It's this romanticized idea of what it means to live "the good life", la dolce vita. Then, you meet the people who are doing it, within seconds you see why they're the "lucky ones" actually doing it. They're hardworking, they're humble and they just started it because, they had a passion for it. What a concept huh? Following your passion.
Not one of the people I've talked to has said they were afraid it was too big of a gamble to invest their heart in, even when most people think passion+heart is the biggest gamble. After all, there's much more to lose when you're hearts a part of your work.
Yet, it's proof in the glass that the quality of what you're creating, the quality of the way you're living, is so much better because of the motivation behind the action. The motivation simply being, at the end of the day, you want to sit down, go through the ceremony of opening a bottle and have a really fantastic glass of wine. That's it. Ha, no wonder we aspire to that lifestyle.
More updates to come.....
What's your definition of "LIVING THE GOOD LIFE???"