Heather and I went to the Niagara Ice Wine Festival this weekend with a great group of people, who are as interested and excited about wine as we are. We haven’t been in that kind of rare company since Virginia, where our appreciation for viticulture was born. It felt good, and I hope you enjoy the goofy pictures of our experience below.
After a wonderful weekend, we came home, and over dinner decided to open the last bottle of Virginia wine we had in our collection. It was a Jefferson Meritage from 1999 that had survived our move from Charlottesville to Fredericksburg – as well as the long trek from Virginia to New York nearly 2 years ago. We had taken good care of it, but you never know with changes in temperature and location how a wine will fare.
After letting it breathe for a while, I’m happy to say it was one of the finest bottles of red wine we had ever tasted. Smooth and mellow after nearly 10 years in the bottle, it was everything we hoped it would be. Now bear with me, as I attempt to explain what wine-lovers take for granted, and what Heather and I experienced again this weekend:
There’s an emotional connection to a good bottle of wine. Just like a song can freeze your memory of a first kiss, wine can be just as powerful at evoking special memories of time and place.
When you really appreciate wine, you use nearly all your senses. You respond to the color of it, you breathe in its aroma, and then you drink it. Each wine is unique to its area, and certain qualities of the area become familiar to you over time. Drinking that Meritage vividly brought us back to the place where we had spent the last decade of our lives; where Connor and Darcy were born, where we made our first home as a married couple, and where many of our friends still live. In the cold of this New York winter, we tasted Blue Ridge Mountain sunshine again.
Yes, we’ve been here for nearly two years, but it wasn’t until Saturday that we officially closed the Virginia chapter of our lives, fondly.
–Brian