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Wine Dinner Weekend, Part 3

All things considered, not being able to remember 1 of the wineries we stopped at isn’t all that bad. 7 is a LOT of places to stop at in one day.

  • Tyrus Evan
  • Canas Feast (bricco)
  • Troon
  • Angel vine
  • the one in the barn – on the main street.
  • Lange
  • Torii Mor

Our first stop was at Tyrus Evan – a place that, even though the wines were good, they weren’t good enough for the price point. $40 is just too much for your low end wine. Here was where I reaffirmed my love of Red Mountain and all things Ciel du Cheval. mmm. they grow some tasty grapes there.

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Canas Feast surprised me. For some reason, I had expected their wines to not be good. I don’t know what gave me that impression – I ended up liking lots of different things! We left with a bottle of sangiovese and a red table blend. Their power was out, so we tasted wine in their garage-like tasting room, lit by the small rays of light that crept through the open door. The man that was working was both jovial and knowledgeable. I’d definitely recommend stopping in next time you’re in Carlton.

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There was another winery in here somewhere, but I can’t remember the name of it or any discerning details, only that we almost bought a case of merlot (because it was on sale) and that they had neat art.

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After that we stopped at Troon and then Angel Vine. Troon, makers of Druid wine, isn’t all that awesome. They had a really well decorated tasting room, but i thought their format was a little odd. They wouldn’t tell you the price point on the wines until the end, which I’m sure was well intended but actually turned me off a bit. Jon got a bottle of port, which was perhaps the best thing (imo) on their list.

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Angel Vine – makers of zinfandel. The previous weekend we had had some friends over for zinfandel and Jessi/Elvis commented on how zinfandel is 52% more likely to be punned upon. So when we saw the sign outside that said “zinners welcome”, we laughed and stepped in. This place was a bit odd too – because they are a new winery, they were selling futures rather than bottles. We managed to walk out with an older vintage of something we had tried. Perhaps it was the high amount of wine that I had just consumed, but the wine maker here reminded me of what my dad could have been, had fate taken a different turn. The guy that was pouring for us had the spunk and character of my dad 10 years ago – back when he was making plans for a vineyard and before the life had taken it’s turn.

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Wine Dinner Weekend, Part 4

At this stage of the day, I was really happy to be heading to lunch. 5 wineries in 3 hours had taken its toll on my sobriety! Even better, i was really happy to be eating at Bistro Maison for the first non-wedding time. Even though they brought me the wrong lunch (and after I had just been talking about how much I don’t really like the main ingredient of the lunch they DID bring me!), everything was really tasty.

Bistro Maison

After the meal, they put a bowl of (fresh) nuts on the table to crack open. Really cute touch!

Bistro Maison

At this stage of the day, I was exhausted, headachey, and ready to go home. Since we had two more places we wanted to check out, I tried to be the best sport I could and we headed up the road.

Our first stop was Lange – an ultra conservative Pinot place that sells a bottle in stores for $35, but who’s median price in the tasting room was closer to 60. Pinots made in the old world style, that is to say: thinner, more austere, and burgundian, are just not our cup o tea. We’ve kind of been weened on NW pinots, you know? I’ve come to love that rich, earthy, suppleness that comes only from oregon. They often taste like mouth fulls of dirty & cherries, leather & thyme, masculine & feminine. A little like a butch man wearing a dress, trying his best to be like his dainty cousin but really doing something extraordinary all on his own.

I saw some Lange on the wall at a co-op in Vermont!

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The last place we hit on the way home was Torii Mor. I was slightly disappointed. We have a bottle of Torii Mor on our shelves, and I really liked it. It turns out, it was a different label than the rest of the wines that they make. Kind of a let down, but the japanese garden inspired tasting room was really neat to stand in!

After a 3 hour drive home, we unpiled our loot from the car:

Our Loot

M’s birthday, part 2

After a quick trip to “The Good Marshalls”, where we were trying to find some replacement luggage for jon (don’t get me started on how much I hate TSA and how un-empowered air travel makes me feel), we hurried back to the city for a wine tasting.

The Good Marshalls

Jon’s utterly fantastic. I talk about this fairly often, but I want to say again how happy I am with the person I chose to spend the rest of my life with. Here’s today’s reason: a few months back, I had found this Italian wine class, offered by a wine bar downtown. After working at Le Central & Poco, and drinking a fair amount in Seattle, I believe that I have a pretty solid base of knowledge for both French and northwest wines. I’ve always shied away from Italian wines because, quite honestly, they intimidate me. They are a mystery which I have yet to unravel. So I see this wine class, then see the price, and decide that I’ll file that away in the “boy that’s never going to happen” category.

Local Vine

A few months back, jon finds a good deal on wine classes at a wine bar downtown. Knowing that I have a giant hole in my wine knowledge when it comes to Italian wines, he signs us up. It was his intention to keep it a surprise, and I’m not sure that he knew I had seen it in my own wanderings around the Internet, so he was a little disappointed when I meekly suggested it.

Oh my, I can’t even describe how happy I was. Surprise or not, I was *stoked* and really anticipating the event. I heart jon for having stumbled upon the exact same thing as I had, and thinking it’d be something rad to do on my birthday.

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They tasted us on 3 whites and 3 reds from Italy. The class, led by the sommelier, talked a little bit about a lot of things, answering questions as we went along. A few things that I realized:

  1. Italian wines are crazy confusing because they sometimes have multiple names for the same grape
  2. Italians grow a LOT of different grapes.
  3. I’m not sure that you could ever have a complete understanding if Italian wines
  4. If I learned anything, I learned that I know nothing at all.
  5. Italian wines all tend to have a lot of acidity.  He talked about how this makes them especially good for pairing with foods – a lot of the wines from Italy taste rather flat when drunk by themselves, but as soon as you pair them with something, they often open up really well. like a flavour explosion in your mouth!

Wine Class @ Local Vine

The three whites were;

  1. a pinot grigio from the northern region: the sommelier said that because it was so close to the border, this tasted much like a German pinot grigio. He called it a picnic wine that goes well with everything, very user friendly, orange zest, pale colour slightly pink, VERY acidic. Because the climate is cooler than Oregon, the pinot grigios will tend to be a lot more green fruit-driven: unripened pears, green apple, etc. Oregon pinot gris tend to be much more full body, lower acidity, ripe, etc.
  2. a vermentino: very sauv-blanc like but without the pink-grapefruit notes, grassy, buttery, malo but very light, citrus, slightly creamy.
  3. falanghina from Campagna: (favourite) duller, more “new world” in character, very subtle, toffee, balanced with good acidity which will help the wine cut though cheese like mozzarella.

On a side note, when the heat turns on in our apartment, it sounds like there are people in the walls trying to escape. Every apartment/condo I’ve had in the past 5 years has had hot-water heating, so I should be used to this, but it still startles me. (ohmygodwhosinthere?)

Wine Class @ Local Vine

The three reds were:

  1. a grenache from Sardenia (but they don’t call it grenache there, they call it cannonau: if you took a bucket of cherries, buried them in the dirt, and sniffed them, that’s what this wine tasted like. tremendously earthy and musty. this was my second favourite red, and the one we ended up coming home with a bottle of.
  2. a chianti classico, which was 80% sangiovese and 20% merlot.
  3. oh, barolo.  Barolo is to Italy, what Bordeaux is to France. They’re the Big Boy Wines of the region.  They get a lot of the fame, and justifiably so since they taste so darn good, age really well, and command a huge price.  This wine was three times as expensive as all the others that we tasted that day. I had heard about barolos before, but knew next to nothing about them.  They’re made from the nebbiolo grape, are very tannic, brick red in colour, it really reminded me of a cab/cab franc kind of deal, the tannins softened up a lot by the end of the glass. Barolos tend to have herbal (sage) and anise notes.

So here’s an unanswered question:  do all nebbiolos taste like this? or is it just the barolos?

Wine Class @ Local Vine

He talked about how wine naturally pairs well with the food that’s made in the region. Pairing soft cheese with whites and firm cheese with tanic wines. Sangiovese goes really well with the tomato-based dishes from southern Italy (the acidity matches and the fat from the cheese will help to cut the tannins of the wine).

We also talked about Amarone: a style of wine making in Valpolicella, where the grapes are allowed to shrivel before pressing. This allows higher sugar content (read: higher alcohol content), and really intense flavouring: cocoa, fig, raisin, dates, etc. He said they really need food or they just a bit too intense.

okay. that’s enough. Thanks for hangin in there. :)

Sparkling Wine

I find myself really…. happy, lately.

Jon reminded me in an email today that I should be working to live, not living to work. I love that he reminds me of that, that he pauses his day to make sure that I remember to enjoy mine. I have a job that challenges me and that, on occasion, I find inspiring. Today was kind of break-through for me in a couple of ways. For the first time in a long time I didn’t come home exhausted and feeling overwhelmed. Enough Sesa’talk.

I’m currently at home, drinking a glass of sparkling wine and getting ready for a dinner-date with friends. Counting Crows is playing through my iPhone-cum-iPod. They’re a band that will forever remind me of the best times of high school; Of sitting in my car with Elizabeth and Jon in the 11th grade, outside of Alterra Coffee. Of laying in bed at night with Jamie, singing lyrics that I only kind of knew. Of a softer time, filled with ambitions and angsty poetry.

I don’t know. Maybe it’s just the half-glass of bubbles talking, but it all feels *right*. The World-At-Large may be in a state of disarray (and I certainly understand and appreciate that), but life right here, right in this moment, life is quite fantastic.

Good Eats

Hi Blog.

You’re neglected more than inner-city youth. And for that, I’m sorry.
Not sorry enough to really do anything about it, you know, but if there were a social reform initiative on the ballot, I would totally support it.

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Anyhow. I just took my office plant to be re-potted (above) and picked up a new friend while I was there (below). I’m pretty excited about it. I’m not the best at keeping them alive all the time, but I really like having plants around.

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Tonight j and i are going to the Sunset Supper at the Pike Place market. We’ve gone a couple times now, and we always have a spectacular time. After the market shuts down for the day, and the fruit and flower vendors pack up their wares, local restaurants and wine distributors take over. For one night, you have the opportunity to taste and sip among the swanky spots in town, in one spot.

The first year we went as budding culinarians, learning about things like Manchego and Dry Sodas. I love jon for his love of trying new things. The second year I may have stopped by the Champagne booth a few too many times, as I remember Perrier Jouet most clearly.

I look back at what I knew when I moved here and the things that I now hold most dear, and realize that I’ve been shaped pretty significantly by Seattle. Or perhaps that’s just a matter of “growing up”.



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