10:07am

The drooling started yesterday when Theresa
told me that the egg salad was done.

I just finished making the finger sandwiches
and my stomach is growling.

I decided to dust off the Riedel white wine
glass for this one. I’m waiting for the glass
to chill.

First sip…

This is the driest and most austere R that I
have ever had.

First bite…

This might not be PERFECT, but it will do.

The egg salad wins the flavor battle, but the
wine wins the beauty contest and leads the
cheering squad.

It’s really hard not to shovel and gulp.

Give me an “A”, Apple of my Eye.
Give me a little “h”, honey.
Give me another “h”, honey.
…

What’s that spell?

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Brunch is over and now I get to enjoy
a bit more of the wine without all that
“flavor distraction”.

Boiled eggs CAN BE real stinkers.

Maybe deviled ham WOULD BE better. That’s
easy enough to figure out.

“As The Grape Ripens”…

In this episode, our wine slush contemplates
which food might be best to have for a “wine
brunch” so he can keep having experimental brunches
until he can’t contemplate anymore.

Biscuits and Gravy
Liver and Onions
Gizzards, Gonads, and Geodes
…

The follow-on sips reveal a wine with subtle
flavors of honeycomb and softer, less citrusy
fruit than I’m used to in R. Not quite
pear, but getting there.

And there’s an “earthy” quality that I can’t
yet pin down.

Or maybe something “stemmy”.

No. It’s minerals. “Clean Slate”.

Now I can match the taste and smell. Very nice.

Judge: You have been accused of mixing food
and drink in “an unseemly fashion”. How do you
plead?
Wine Slush: Aggressively.
J: The court finds you guilty of violating
Wine Enjoyment Ordinance #337. You must pay $500
OR do “corrective” community service. Which
do you chose?
WS: Community service. What is it?

Court Order:
Prepare the palate.
Eat the sandwiches.
Clear the palate.

WS: What kind of sandwiches?
J: Court adjourned, it’s time to obey WEO #1.

Day Two…

I “preparing my palate” this morning.

The subtle things are becoming more evident, but
I need more time to prepare. For what, I don’t
know.

I actually got the impression of Semillon. How
can that be? Please tell me I don’t have MORE
brain damage.

https://www.jancisrobinson.com/learn/grape-varieties/white/semillon

How many times is Riesling mentioned in this article?

It’s not that this wine IS LIKE Semillon, it just
REMINDS ME of Semillon.

Now I’m back in Graves/Bordeaux and drooling again.

I want a dry Semillon that reminds me of Riesling.
So there.

OR, I’ll take a Sauternes and just shut up until I can
pay to play again.

For THIS WINE, I started out with earthy/stemmy and wound up
with minerally.

But the earthiness is still there. Maybe it’s grassiness like
the linked article suggests. If it’s good for the goose…

I’m having a MUCH BETTER DAY with this wine without the
“confusion of food”.

And I finally got the wine COLD ENOUGH. The extra chill
is sharpening the acidity and I can now see the stairway
to heaven.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D9ioyEvdggk

Please read ALL of the comments and then answer the following
question.

What “musically significant thing” happens at exactly 4:19
in this “particular video”?

I keep looking at the neck of the wine bottle which is
exposed above the wine bib to see it the spelling has been
changed to “Sturm”.

Alas, it is static and I’m forced to investigate Stirm’s web
page.

Hmmm.

For a minute there I got a little “geographically confused”,
but after figuring out that the “Kick-on” vineyard was near
Santa Barbara I felt a little better.

As you know, I consider the Solvang/Los Olivos/Santa Ynez
“triangle” to be oenologically endowed by GOD, so when I
connected this wine to Los Alamos, I was “relieved”.

Maybe I need to add Los Alamos and Buelton to create a
parallelogram of sorts.

And the verdict is…

The bottle is empty and the wine will be sorely missed.

But school is still in session…

Campo de Borja/Calatayud/Cariñena is another “triangle”
that haunts me.

Someday I will have a wine from from this area that is
“light and elegant”. I can wait…

Ah, wait a minute. Rosé????????????????????

Mamma Mia, I can hear a bell wing…

Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.