In memory
I am going to make a note here about the simple power of memory, particularly as it relates to wine. Why you ask? Because, if you scroll past posts, you can see it has been nearly a year since I posted last. In fact, I started this last Memorial Day weekend, which hits again tomorrow. Something universal must have triggered my memory to get back at this. (my sincere apologies for those who were left with empty glasses patiently waiting for my next bit of babble). As I read through the few posting myself, I was immediately placed back in front of the tiny glowing box, in my tiny Brooklyn office, with the humidity blanketing the city. I could re-sense, if you will, my moments. Nothing monumental was going on. Just living. But I certainly can replay the scenarios and hear my thoughts again which prompted the posts and the space I inhabited while typing. It brings me to thinking about recalling wine.
I must admit I have a freaky memory for the good grape juice and by that, I do not mean only the best stuff. I have little interest in bragging about the rare and hard to find wine I have tasted. I am truly an appreciator of any wine, if only for a fleeting moment to allow it to express itself. I might not desire a certain wine ever again, but that too leaves its mark and should be filed away into the memory banks. Like it or leave it, we shared a moment.
In looking at it this way, I realize that I look forward to an encounter with wine everyday because of the memory I have with it. The record of my life looks pretty darn happy when I see all the people I have met with glass in hand, the places I have seen because of it (or day-dream about venturing to) and the great musings that have grown from it. It is perhaps my culture. It has certainly filled my life, easily, effusively, and optimistically. Perhaps that is why I can remember wines so easily. I can recall the location and the sounds, smells and sights around me then. In fact, when I am often trying to get my wife to remember when she last tried a particular wine, I find myself describing the whole event and the wine is simply present in the room. I could just as easily summon back my first swim in a lake, my first day of college,my first live concert, my wedding day. I suppose it comes from living in the moment. Being there as opposed to moving though. And I think viewing the past as a series of snapshots then makes it easy to see the whole picture. Even the label.
So, remember when I was going to mention memory in regards to wine? I know this frustration is the root for most people’s wine exploration. You just can’t remember all the wine you encounter. Well, I think you can. Simply see them as unique experiences. If you can engage with the wine while you sip, it makes the process easier. Put it in context and make it part of the moment. Ask your self a few questions about the wine while you are with it. You would be surprised how the answers pop up later and make you relive the scene. Now, I know most people opt for a drink so that they can disengage. Shutdown and relax. Great…let it be the background in the scene but take a small note. File it somehow in reference to the environment. Then when you are next with those same friends, or in that same cafe and you ask, “what was that wine we had last time?”, you will have just the smallest bit more to pull out of wine storage in the back of your mind. The little Sommelier in your head can call down, “pssst, remember last time, you learned that all burgundy was pinot noir”. Suddenly you will remember and it all becomes easier. And the free bonus, you will remember more of the good times you’ve already had (or how you avoided the bottle that could have ruined it!). You will remember that old tie you were wearing and loved and is now sadly gone. You will re-sense the spring day it was. Life will seem fuller. That is worth remembering!
And so to will I remember to post more often. In drips and drops.
Cheers