Almost always, if not always, the "tasting
note" of a great wine, is usually the same: silence.
why? Because reason, knowledge and
understanding, use language and we have a game to play, with rules to follow
... limiting. The ego is present, the identity, the person (per sonare), the
mask, me and my circumstances, the role ...
Why do we like poetry? Because it breaks the
rules of language and we can express what we feel, when we do not find the
right words and the rules do not work for us. There is no longer identity,
person or circumstances, it is another level ... the ego left and gave way to "being."
And SILENCE is always the tasting note. Silence
of my colleagues, of those who know less and of the wise, silence of the
winemaker himself ... even the walls are silent ... because a different
"dialogue" is taking place in a different dimension ... poetry
happens in liquid form.
I tried a vintage still just fermenting, 2018
and I do not have enough experience to conjecture futures with those almost
grape juices, however, something "felt" ... an
"I-don't-know" ... a woman with a strong appeal (not obscene and
obvious beauty, I said attractive) that you do not know what it is, but
"is" ... (first "silence", the first act of getting rid of
the identity ego and letting your being out ... it is never a voluntary act, it
simply "happens").
Then I tried another vintage (2017) of the same wine, already in the
barrel and next to be bottled ... there was a "great silence" ... and
that woman whispers:
"Lou
Lou? ... oui ... ces’t moi ..."
That's all I could say to its author, many
minutes later, already in the car and drive somewhere on my "tasting
note". The author of the wine simply laughed out loud as he nodded forward
in assent. Language is useless to the being, only the verse approaches him. La
Diva is La Diva.
I knew nothing about this wine, nor its prices
and reputation. I learned about it many hours and kilometers later. True ... is
"an unattainable woman" ...
And some people will tell me that a wine is
only a wine ... and so it is, just like a potato, a pumpkin, an onion and a
piece of meat are not an extraordinary stew of pleasure ... because you season
it, love to cook it you put and your predisposition to feel it is not in the
elements of the stew ... it is your contribution.
How are we not going to be subjective if we are
subjects!!
A great wine is a great poem ... that silence
your mouth, so that you live.
... how many white fruits, red or
black fruits, violets, white flowers, smoked, tobacco, black olives, tars and
even minerals are in a glass of wine? NOTHING, ZERO???
Well, this is not a bad exercise in passionate
pseudo romantic literature ... it's just a change of metaphors, which make less
obvious descriptors and more sensation stimulators.
It is just "my taste note"...without "points"...
Salvador Lopez
Bertrand Sourdais, a man who is fighting the most unknown and abandoned
Ribera del Duero, less media and fashion ... and who fights for a realistic
sustainability in his area ... a "French" very "Castilian"
...
Sun, salt,
life and light…SPAIN
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