It’s been a while since a post since I’ve been happily scribing for T. Edward Wines. This weekend I was supposed to be in Maine with Ellen & the Capron sisters, eating lobster rolls and oysters, and drinking Peepers Ale. But atlas…U.S. Air cancelled all possible flights to Portland, and with the impending [hysteria?] and hurricane storm approaching, there wasn’t much hope for me to get there or home…And so, here I am…in the calm before the storm…anticipating a bike ride over the bridge, with a moment to sit and blog.
The other week, D.A. hosted Wine Club on the roof. We drank Txakoli, white, rosé, and red. I love Txakoli, for it’s blade of the knife texture and its kiss of effervescence. It was a delicious evening with a few wines to wax poetic:
Beneath the tip of her heel
She pressed a jasmine bud
Into a bed of chalk
Pulled a King Arthur
And plunged Excalibur into rock
Cheeks flushed
The color of apricot
Her saliva effervescent and clean
–Ameztoi Txakolina 2009
Strawberries on the breath
And honeysuckle on his lips
He rubbed the stone smooth in his pocket
And placed his finger at her spine’s base
Her mouth the color of orange blood
Beneath steely starlight
Exchanging exhalations
They kissed
–Gurrutxaga Txakoli Rosé 2010
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