It wasn’t your idea to come to the Blue Ridge Mountains this late in the season, but the Fraser rs and late ripening blackberries are a delight. e kitchen is steeped 100 prior tenant’s rituals, the scents of black tea, clove oil, creosote and bruised spearmint combine wondrously with your old fashioned made with proper marchino and Angostura. e plan is to write, but tonight you indulge in a sunset, heavy cinnamon spiked hot chocolate and the cool, piped in water, while somewhere an organ plays.
She’d been asking you to teach her for weeks. You now walk hand in hand down the forest path. Quietly passing the wild growing oregano with it’s little purple flowers and a lone blueberry shrub- you know you are getting close. The leather knapsack swung high on your shoulder is packed with passionfruit jam sandwiches, roasted nori snacks, chocolates and wild cherry chews. The path opens to a slow flowing river. Together you search the shore for the perfect rock. You pick one up letting her feel its smooth surface. Holding her little hand in yours you pull back and release, watching it skip one, two times before sinking into the cool water. She finds a small flat rock and casts it just like you showed her. One, two, three times it skips. She turns and smiles her little face lit with joy.
47% Grenache, 33% Syrah, 19% Mourvédre, 1% Viognier
Running through the kitchen you eye the blueberry pie, steam still rising, on the window sill. Your mom sees the mischievous look in your eye and shoos you away with her dish towel. The pie’s scent mixes with the aromas of rainbow peppercorn, tapenade and fresh picked strawberries which sit in a bowl on the table. With a screech the screen door slams and you pick up your Schwinn with the new tires and take off. Flying around the corner you get a whiff of the ocean and the seaweed drying on the sand only a few blocks away. You reach the hideout; your friends have already started the game - cards in hand and a pile of beef jerky & tootsie rolls on the table.
2015 Cotes-du-Coast, White Blend, Central Coast, CA
41% Viognier, 26% Roussanne,18% Marsanne, 15% Grenache Blanc
Your fingers are intertwined as the wind brushes across the golden bluff. Breathing deeply, you take it all in. Jasmine, honeysuckle and the remnants of your long awaited outing alfresco - donut peaches & freshly whipped vanilla cream, sweet white corn, buttered and salted sourdough, orange pith. Not wanting it to end you share the last goat’s milk caramel and with it you sense the salinity of the waves crashing on the rocks below. The flavor lingers as you close your eyes, willing the moment not to end.