Valentines day came and went (as did the bottle of Drappier Grande Sendrée 2005 rosé champagne I enjoyed with it). However the mingling thoughts of love and wine have stayed with me. Actually, ever since the moment I knew I had to work with wine, at a Burgundy masterclass where a Meursault made my heart beat faster and my cheeks blush, I have thought of the similarities of what I feel for wine and for love. Cliché, sure, but indulge me.
The way I have fallen for wine is the way I would like to fall for a man. The ones that touch me the most are the ones that are far from perfect, but maybe perfect for me, and that are interesting partially because of their flaws. Complex, multi-layered and full of surprises. In my relation to wine there are moments of passion, an intellectual challenge that never ends, a release of control. Wine can surprise me, charm me, push me and make me giggle. Turn me on. It might also disappoint me, confuse me, bore me or simply rub me the wrong way. But never for so long that I would give up and throw it out. Sometimes there are bottles with great big promise that simply fall flat once they are in my glass – they don’t deliver. But when my interest starts to flag, there will always be a bottle that reels me back in and makes me want to give it all another chance. Maybe the best of wines is not as much an interpretation of the soil, but a metaphor of perfect love. Imperfect, but perfect for me.
Wine got past my defenses and seeped into my life. One day I woke up, looked around and realized it had not only become a part of my life – it had moved in. My walls are lined with countless wine books, Fine and Decanter lay by my bedside. In a glass bowl I collect champagne corks (damn that thing fills up fast) and a few empty bottles of Krug stand on top of my fridge. In every cupboard and storage room there are bottles, bottles and more bottles ready to be discovered. Every one has a story or a reason to be there. Most have been carried home from journeys abroad. My kitchen apron says Allegrini, my umbrella Roederer and my olive oil Sassicaia. My DVD-collection includes Bottle Shock, Mondovino and the complete Isabelle Legeron. Without noticing, it seems I have gotten myself a live-in relation…
After years of crazily protecting my independence, I might be ready for love. Someone to stimulate me, travel with me, shelter me and love me for my imperfections as much as for my virtues. Someone who will let me breathe, swirl me and let me develop new facets with time and air. Someone to share the joy of wine – maybe even share my wines? Could I love a man who does not take pleasure in flavors, scents and experiences? I think no. Monogamy is no longer on the table. A relation with me will, for all intents and purposes, have to be a threesome.