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Greek wine, let's stick to that

Encounters with wine, krasi in Greek. Vicky and friends, clients with a bottle of mine, a bottle popping in the hands of students and passengers.

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poetic musePosted by Vicky Tue, February 27, 2018 10:57:40

Parparoussis’ peacock

Conversation at twelve o’clock

Stubbornly deep and mysterious

A bouquet of excellence surrounding us

Taos, baptized at bottling

From where was this name gotten

Mavrodaphne, its vitis DNA

Voluptuous velvet but “HEY

What will your future be like?”

Human voice hits: strike

Sure I was invited to lunch

My daydream ended with a punch

four myths, fifty shades

vigorPosted by Vicky Sun, February 25, 2018 18:29:33

A casual rendez-vous in Mechelen, with retsina. The Man asks if I want to join him for Fifty Shades and, actually, I ‘m in a very generous mood. A Greek mezze, a bottle of wine, to share as if it were saint valentine’s day. When I ask Maria of restaurant Zorba what kind of resin wine she advises, the reaction “yes, THAT one” comes as fast as her reply “The one from Tetramythos”.

Tetramythos and its four myths make me weak. Two brothers and a talented oenologist cultivate and produce organically several varieties at an altitude of some hundreds, even a kilometer above sea level. If these vines had eyes, they would enjoy a divine sight over the sea. Natural cliffs make this northern part of the Peloponnesos peninsula even more dramatic. I once nearly failed to overcome my agony when I took the wrong road up to the domain. The unpaved road became narrower as the mountainsides almost touched the car. Never again was I going to sip a drip of retsina! Fortunately, the rescue was just around the next turn. As it was in the movie. And as it almost was in the after-movie moments, if there wasn’t a police officer asking for ID.

winter food

vigorPosted by Vicky Sun, February 04, 2018 17:00:09

One should never complicate life in January or May, when shelves of kitchen cabinets are stowed with storage food which didn’t make it to the christian party tables. The owner of these cans shouldn’t worry either: freshness lasts, generally speaking, a bit beyond the expiration date. Just to say, it didn’t come as a surprise to be invited to eating asparagus in January. In a jar, in its juice, thick white asparagus. Straight in a hot pan, with crispy peel and good taste, the question was “what do we drink with that?” I had a Syn + White Dot 2014, moschofilero and roditis, left in the fridge.

Although we didn’t need anything else, a white Belgian wine from winery Ten Gaerde joined the meal. Both wines freshened up the oily, easy, wintery taste of the meal by adding a touch of acidity and tension. Spring is far away, but we’re so good where we are.

Party conspiracy

royal flushPosted by Vicky Thu, January 18, 2018 00:05:59

A party organized by two, I was one of them, was about to become a burden on my friends. During the first hours I found myself preparing welcoming drinks to the few identified and a bunch unknown. (Tio Tonic, by the way, cured a couple of ladies feeling ill upon arrival and made the healthy even more happy.) Midnight was approaching and I forced a few copains into a break-away from spicy pasta and fino sherry. I wanted to gather impressions of wine lovers, not mainly professional somms, about a juice I just heard of. Presenting Tselepos’ Melissopetra 2016, in festive and crowdy conditions, it was a gamble.

Instantly the dj was ignored and the small talk interfered by this Greek gewürztraminer. Royal, lush by nature, much more than fruit, still elegant and fresh. €15 plus: no discussion! As it was my first tasting of the Melissopetra as well, I couldn’t really add a characteristic. Perhaps that the dark smokey undertone makes this Greek worthy of comparison to Alsace gewurz.

Festivities would last until 5am.

post-christmas dinner

the bottle dictates the mealPosted by Vicky Tue, January 02, 2018 20:59:09

Peaceful days are with us: the agenda looks strangely empty, but a few evenings are to look forward to. A long-time-no-see friend wants to meet, a globetrotter is back in the country. It was a night like that, a few hours ago. A couple invited six friends, to share a menu according to the game season: hit by surprise, made with love. Wine marriages were my responsibility and I chose for Greek juice, except for one champagne. The guests had no clue about Greek wine, so the purpose was to strike with unpronounceable varieties and icons. Kidonitsa paired with warm feuilleté goat cheese, green salad and honey. Xinomavro rosé with crisp topinambour soup. The main course was wild boar stew, paired with a radically biodynamic Goumenissa and a Super Toscan Nemea. The Goumenissa immediately seduced the audience with deep dark fruit and Mediterranean aroma. The Nemea, Megas Oenos, opened slowly but surely towards a remarkable complexity. Finally, the glass contained a fresh, powerful and ripely tannic bouquet. This 2011 needs some time to oxidize, whether it be in a carafe 24h up front or in a cellar for five more years. Dinner ended with home-made mango and coconut cake, freshly and finely paired with the world’s best retsina (aged in wooden barrels) and with a 2001 champagne disgorged in 2012.

“Exceptional” was the dining audience’s verdict. I closed my eyes, thanked the lady chef and reflected on the potential of this kind of tasting discoveries. Friendship and composition, will be this year’s themes.