It's good to be back..

If You See Kay

It’s been some time. I’ve been away for nearly three full weeks and there’s been a wedding, a small reunion and a portentous stuffing of my own face. I’m all about gastronomy as you know, but for my own sake, I really overhauled my own consumptive habits. For the duration, I probably gained about five pounds every day and a half, with some natural inclination to feel bloated with that lightly perseverant sense of shame. No prob though, when you kinda get hooked on Bahn-Mi, where the Paté has been soaked in red wine, there’s no harm in pressing them into the gullet. Just compliment the arching food obsession with bowls of Moroccan cauliflower soup, because soup is not technically food right? Whatever...at least I’m fully aware of my lugubrious sense of hunger. But what about thirst? I can divulge all I can about all the wine I could have had, but when you’re touring upstate New York, you would probably find better cocktails. Especially if you’re in the Saugerties, Haines Falls, or Woodstock area. Please, do not get your hopes up on the extrication of some new drink recipes on my behalf. Besides, there some was good wine to try. 

What I mean, is that there was good wine AFTER MY VACATION. It’s important to note, that I work with new stuff on a daily basis and that’s how I generate my resources. I’ve been privileged enough to partake in a slew of wine presentations, events and expositions, but you get tired of it. That’s what getaways are for. You would figure that during my brief respite, that I could have redoubled my absurd love for juice as luck would have it, but I didn’t. It took a four-to-five day act of re-wining to discover that the impetus for really liking the anything new, requires a demanding spirit and needing the right people for an act of providence. Maybe I was too well rested to rake about for something good, especially when I’m nearly two and a half hours from White Plains, but that’s the way it goes. When your vacant from a viticultural job, all is indefinite. 

That’s why I keep my wine interest close to where my hourly rate thrives. That’s how I know I’m getting the bargain, seeing the balance in a white, or red, or simply eschewing the bad versus the mediocre. Trust me, you can go anywhere for those. Recently, I came across something an old friend had laid fingers on, and he asked me “If you see Kay...” Strangely enough, it’s actually printed on the bottle. I’m not aware of the preposition, but If you read it over a couple of times, you might have the cognizant benefit of being treated to a properly masked expletive. What’s more, is that Jason Woodbridge is behind his old tricks again, having taken part in the draw of an artfully progressive wine label. As you will see in the picture, the idea is to convey the old idiomatic phrase: “drink me.” And why not? It’s a blend of Cabernet, Primitivo and Petit Verdot. Make sense? No. What would it matter? It’s fruit-forward, with a sort of plushy personality that makes the good kind of Jammy-ness prevalent with that sense of crimson, but much more darker fruits emerging all the way through a fuller body. Did I mention it's from Italy too? 

I can’t say it’s the real reason why I’m back from my lofty excursion, but I can honestly appeal to the fact that It makes me feel good to be back where I can combine diligence and pleasure. It’s was a good run taking some time off from wine, but as reality would have it, you have to make returns at least every so often. I don’t know where wines like this will take me, but I can at least pretend that I’m prepared for something on par with floating through space. That is, without the lack of oxygen and red grapes. Aliens probably know what I’m talking about, but I’m not ready for an interstellar mind crush when it comes to extra-terrestrial varietals. 

Now that would be a real vacancy, wouldn’t it?

Brian Maniotis

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