Thursday, February 24, 2011

Restaurant Funny Hats

"Dream on" ... It's in the box!


Unrest in Mas my Father. The days of "placing" , the atmosphere is electric. Along the truck, Frederick agitated, his face closed. The whole family is on deck. Even the youngest child Anna is mobilized. Maximum voltage. This is the last step, the singular moment when the wine escapes its creator. The ultimate moment of doubt, too. On the chain, bottles and clashing parade. Align the safe hands immediately in the cards. It's over. After a year of patient work of Vine and several months of tank, the first vintage of "Dream on" is safe in his suit of glass. Ready for the big trip.

Flashback.

18 months ago, a stroke of the pen before a notary, the Grenache and Cinsault of Pépou escape grubbing. That day, her eyes shining the seller. They tell the relief to see him survive his vines. Pride transmit them. In the process, under a drizzling rain, Frederic and I are going inspect "our" vines. Hers actually. Because the vine belongs to those who work.

Four Months Later, the winemaker get on with the first size . Fingertips. The vines are fragile. Some hardly hold ground. Frederick thousand questions arise: should return to the earth? Cut into goblet or Palliser? Décavaillonner? Weediness? How will react the vine without fertilizers or pesticides? Take it up? Moving from traditional to organic viticulture is a turn is 180 degrees. Risky.

the spring relief. Even stripped of its pharmaceutical drugs, the vines resisted. The beast is solid. Although she worked hard, clusters are by appointment. Pretty Bouquets green berries and tight. Even the soil leached by four decades of herbicides to life. The land is less compact. She breathes.

September. harvest is small. A few dozen crates barely. But by the end of steeping whole cluster, the taste is there. Generous. Decidedly Southern. In late November, the bottle happens in Paris under the cloak confirms this first impression. Watching me taste his wine, Frederick smiled. He is happy with his shot. And it's nice to see.

There. Close two years have elapsed since the first handshake. This morning, the boxes pile up quietly in the small room reserved for "sales area" . 800 bottles only. Anna returned to play his age. "Cause always," He is waiting for the fans.


Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Milena Velba At The Station

TICKETS ON SALE NOW! Tuesday, February 15



The cost is actually $ 20 instead of $ 16, we apologize for the error

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Causes Of Broken Capillaries On Neck

The pen and the shears


Winemakers write soon. "We would do well but there is no time ... You understand?" they invariably respond with air sorry to those who regret that the days do not do that twenty-four hours. "Writing, ah yes ... I thought about it ... " laments that other ." I would have something to say ...". But nothing comes. The truth is that most prefer to far the work of the vineyard and cellar to knocking a computer. secateurs are in pen.

more reason not to shun those who, like Catherine Bernard , jump into the water. It must be said that six years ago, the pen was his profession:
"One morning in February 2005, says the former journalist in the book she just published, I put a trellis , boots, hat hunter super-lousy earbuds with synthetic fur and I got into my car to go to cut (...) what would be my vines: one hectare of mourvedre and grenache. I would learn a few months later that was not the grenache grenache but marselan of an illegal variety.
The seller did not bother to prevent it, of course. Too happy to pass on to mistigri "city girl" . The first day, 106 Catherine carve unfortunate stem "barely a row" , when a professional shoots 500 to 800.

few pages later, another scene speaks on the cool reception: just before final signing of the sale, while it has already begun to carve she meets her neighbor plot at Copal, "the Gamm green wine" :
"where you prune? At St. Drezery? Oh, it's you?". And type of add immediately without giving him time to reply: "Lose your time, the vines you will not."
Yet, six vintages later, Catherine is still there on earth La Carbonell, applied to cut its 4876 strains. Although "winemaker it sounds bad, it makes pochtronne ", as he pointed his elegantly training manager. Or if " bio anyway it's bullshit ". The result of six years of learning lies in the hand is a green rectangle and 232 pages long, both lucid and without false modesty.

Not bitter two cents, the winemaker will review the hard knocks and cheap shots. The small joys, doubts and joys too. Powdery mildew and downy mildew. "The Cyclops Philippe" , the chase does not settle the land. The uncertainty of the sky and the cellar. Complicity buddies and solitude of the winemaker. In short: the discovery of a profession which she already knows that "his life will not" to discover all the secrets, because "that ' a life of winemaker has resulted in too few wines . She concludes:
"At night, my body weighs a ton, I am a cube, a dense mass and gross, as women of Picasso paintings (...) The work makes the vain posturing will. It destroys the bustle of small me ".
And we understood that she found her new life in a very personal definition of happiness.


"In the Vineyard" Catherine Bernard is published by Editions du Rouergue (20 euros).

We also read with profit: "good sheet" of the book s ur blog Catherine ... And if you feel like it: In Vino Libertas, the portrait that he had spent the VDMA in 2008.

Monday, February 14, 2011

Cover Letter As Adental Nurse

AG

This Tuesday February 15 at 12:15 , a general meeting will take place in the workshop of the 1st.

Be there, your vote is important!

The Team Reap

Monday, February 7, 2011

Snowmobile Modular G Helmet

Cairanne: Who would have thought?


Years as friend Marcel Richaud fights for recognition wines from his village. Years to refine its vintages of a hand by joining the other, neighboring vineyards. evenings to bone up with colleagues, administrative dictionaries, standards of INAO and European orders. A decade, in short, to make more than Cairanne "Cote-du-Rhone village" among others ... To make a AOC . "A Cru , as he said with stars in their eyes.
"This time, it is near the end, confirms Denis Alary, the Chairman of the winegrowers' association . It was the obstacle course. But the next few weeks will be held the last commission meeting. Next we must define the territory of the Term ... Within two years it will be good. "This
that afternoon, the " union " gathered his supporters in Paris, under moldings Macéo , to enjoy the most beautiful flowers in the future Cru. The youngest ( the photo, Romain Roche and Alain Boisson ) went behind the bar. Glass in hand, there is Jean-Claude Dassier, head of the OM, the sommelier Philippe Faure Brac and the inevitable Marc Sibard ... Some restaurateurs advised, of journalist friends ... Hearing the "President" conclude his little speech, a few ears perk. Others raise their eyes squarely:
"Two years to draw a map that corresponds to the centimeter the delimitation of the town? Question speed, it will not be remembered!" slips a winemaker fatalistic.
At the next table, a smile floats on the lips of Frédéric Alary . Amateur white, he sipped the tasty connoisseur Castel Mireïo his colleague "Dede" Berthet-Rayne . As an experienced chess player, he knows that only patience pay. But it still heats up when he mentions the standards demanded by the INAO :
"You know what we went through," he laughs (photo below). We were asked to determine a "height of trellis" ... From "trellis" ! While most of us lead our Grenache goblet! A "topping up" , too. .. As if the wind was the same everywhere and that he would break the vines cut-off standards ... Hold on tight, we even wanted to fix the "color intensity" of Cairanne. Because that Syrah is fashionable and it is very colorful ... As if one could accept or reject a wine by its color! "
But no matter, for Marcel, the bulk is done. ... And with the way Where others falling over, and men women Cairanne, bios, bio-dynamic and "reasoned" , independent and cooperative, fought together to lift up their colors. Yes, no pun intended: who knew?