Every grape has an appointment. One day, or sometimes just an hour, in which to rush it to the cellar as fast as lightening! Every single minute more, a small fraction of taste or perfume gets lost forever. No! not after all those months of taking special care so that they reach their best condition!
Sugar? OK. Acidity? OK. Ph? OK…in the laboratory they help us decide, as they always have, which is the best moment to start this ancient ritual that is wine-making. But then some of us, in a very scientific manner, wander down the rows of vines, in the coolest hours. Clean mouth, the palate warned and ready. WE pick off some grapes and we chew them.
The sweetness, the freshness, the tannic taste of the skins, the intense aromas, the way in which the pulp comes away from the pip, how the pips seem to us; whether they are crunchy, caffeine-like, the taste they leave behind in our mouth, the thousands of different hints. The Grape Tasters, looking for promise and premise.
Quick now! Don't miss this moment, this unrepeatable moment. No two years are ever the same. Moments that leave their mark on our lives.
Sometimes after years, I have tasted in a bottle precisely that grape from that particular morning. I recognized him and we greeted each other like two old friends. I didn't imagine it. It really was him, a drop of wine.
Sugar? OK. Acidity? OK. Ph? OK…in the laboratory they help us decide, as they always have, which is the best moment to start this ancient ritual that is wine-making. But then some of us, in a very scientific manner, wander down the rows of vines, in the coolest hours. Clean mouth, the palate warned and ready. WE pick off some grapes and we chew them.
The sweetness, the freshness, the tannic taste of the skins, the intense aromas, the way in which the pulp comes away from the pip, how the pips seem to us; whether they are crunchy, caffeine-like, the taste they leave behind in our mouth, the thousands of different hints. The Grape Tasters, looking for promise and premise.
Quick now! Don't miss this moment, this unrepeatable moment. No two years are ever the same. Moments that leave their mark on our lives.
Sometimes after years, I have tasted in a bottle precisely that grape from that particular morning. I recognized him and we greeted each other like two old friends. I didn't imagine it. It really was him, a drop of wine.
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