Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Singularity in wine

2010 Marcel Lapierre Morgon

It feels like joining an exclusive club. I dream, vividly, about tasting this wine again.

What is it about a wine that makes it singular? Surely, it's more than bouquet and flavours . . . experiencing wine must be much more than just those two taste perceptions. I don't think we pay enough attention to how wine makes you feel. Not the effects of alcohol, but how the wine feels as it passes through you, as odd as that may sound.

I had a bit of an epiphany as I was drinking my first Lapierre Morgon. Maybe it's the way it was farmed (biodynamically), maybe it was the way it was handled in the cellar (indigenous yeasts, minimal oak, no sulfur), but the wine passes through you effortlessly. It's like that first, deep breath of salty sea air you inhale after a 2 hour drive to the Atlantic coast. It's a wine that is utterly in tune to the energies of your body and with nature and with this earth.

Crazy? Most definitely, but this wine evokes something much deeper than just a cursory palate experience. If a fucking bottle of Beaujolais can do it . . .


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