Sunday, February 16, 2014

rethinking sherry

Top: Duque Manzanilla | Sanlúcar de Barrameda
Bottom: La Guita Manzanilla | Sanlúcar de Barrameda

You people, with your green drinks and your parties and your subterfuges! You’re all playing at love. One minute her, the next minute someone else, flit, flit, flit! Well I’m not playing. 

Love is not a game.

- Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day

Love, it doesn't have a face. Or rather, it shouldn't. It shouldn't be decided by any factor other than feeling. That deep, personal, indefinable feeling that you have about someone, about something, that links your spirits together, attaches you and makes you feel like things greater than what you know are at play. That's love for me. It's much easier to say I love you than to genuinely feel it. And just like we have to be careful of our feelings, we have to be even more careful with our words, actions. I'm far, far too emotional for my own good - too unstable at times, too impractical, too volatile. But I feel what I feel, and well, all I have in this world is my balls and my word, and I don't break them for no one.

I've learned to love sherry. Manzanilla, that beautiful maiden and you meet, and she asks what's for breakfast. It's taken a while; years of slowly understanding her, experiencing more of her, immersing myself in her charms. And she's a prickly one. At times unloveable. But when she's on ... dios mío, she'll make your head (the both of them) spin. Two Manzanillas here. The Duque, more simple, the La Guita, picture perfect - salinity and elegance, dreamy with shellfish.

Love is not a game. There are no winners, no losers. But it's a battlefield nonetheless. You trudge through, cautious and weary, hoping that your ideals, your values, your feelings are taking you on the right path. It's an act of faith, isn't it? A hope that with time, things will sort themselves out ... that like the Manzanillas of Jerez, those on love's battlefield will reveal their true characters. 

What is it that makes my head
Go 'round and 'round
While my heart just stands still so much?

- If I Didn't Care, The Ink Spots


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