{"id":177,"date":"2006-05-06T08:24:12","date_gmt":"2006-05-06T12:24:12","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.summerofjim.com\/2006\/05\/06\/liquid-art\/"},"modified":"2006-05-06T08:24:12","modified_gmt":"2006-05-06T12:24:12","slug":"liquid-art","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/summerofjim.com\/?p=177","title":{"rendered":"Liquid Art"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I think I was 10 when my Mother took me to the Guggenheim Museum for the first time. I don&#8217;t remember liking it. Just that it was an art gallery in a descending spiral&#8230; imagine a continuing peel of an orange. <\/p>\n<p>Art, like the Opera and the Theatre was something my parents exposed me to at an early age, whether I liked it or not. It was my introduction to <em>culture&#8230;<\/em> to the<em> better <\/em>things (I thought Mommie Soph&#8217;s chicken soup would have sufficed). <\/p>\n<p>I scratch my head and think&#8230; life can lead us on a twisted lane&#8230; and happily my journey has taken me to the world of wine&#8230; to the world of liquid art. <\/p>\n<p>We are having marinated skirt steak tonight. I have selected a Spanish Red from Ribera del Guadiana: <em>Palacio Quemado. <\/em>The wine is made from the Tempranillo grape and it comes from the tremendous 2001 Vintage. <\/p>\n<p>I have had this wine any number of times and I love it. I love it for its sensuality&#8230; put a small amount in your glass. Look at the deep colour. Do not rush. Swirl the wine in the glass. Let it repose. Just look at the hue of the red&#8230; look at the &#8220;legs&#8221;&#8230; the rivulets of wine coating the glass. <\/p>\n<p>Swirl the wine again&#8230; now go to the <em>bouquet&#8230; <\/em>the wine&#8217;s smell (fragrance really)&#8230; the elements are well delineated; but focused into a harmonious blend&#8230; <em>cherry, cedar &#038; vanilla<\/em>. The transition to the palate is seamless&#8230; flavours matching what we first experienced by nose. <\/p>\n<p>We taste again. More than the flavour, we now notice the <em>texture<\/em>. How is this done? The wine has a breath taking palate feel&#8230; it&#8217;s plush, chewy&#8230; like &#8220;crushed velvet.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>And the rich flavours linger on the palate to a satisfying finish. <\/p>\n<p>Liquid art in the glass. <\/p>\n<p>Winemakers are artists. They have no gender. They have no nationalities&#8230; their medium is wine and it is a language that speaks unto itself. For the winemaker the grapes are the colours. And their creativity is a true gift. <\/p>\n<p>The art can be in the blending different varietals, or in the case of a straight varietal (as in the 100% Tempranillo that is used in Palacio Quemado), barrels of wine made from different portions of the vineyard are assembled into the main cuvee&#8230; lesser quality barrels directed into secondary blends, or sold off to other producers. <\/p>\n<p>This process of evaluating quality, of making the selection, determining how long to age the wine, this is where the winemaker earns his or her keep. A vintage provides only one shot. Not like a great Chef, for example, who can have an &#8220;off night&#8221; and come back the next night and &#8220;re-invent&#8221; themselves &#8212; no, a winemaker is not afforded that luxury. There is no second chance, for them. A winemaker has to wait a year to get back into the &#8220;kitchen&#8221;. The winemaker has to bring the <em>&#8220;A&#8221; Game<\/em>&#8230; each and every time. <\/p>\n<p>The results of their talent and creativity is on display each year&#8230; each year bringing new possibility of greatness, or perhaps its opposite. <\/p>\n<p>The evidence is in the glass. It is there for our examination&#8230; it is there for our appreciation. <\/p>\n<p>And by all accounts, the winemaker for Palacio Quemado has acquitted himself admirably. The artistry of the effort is undeniable. <\/p>\n<p>And here&#8217;s the plus&#8230; I can open another bottle a month down the road and experience the joy of this wine again. The experience will be a bit different, maybe different adjoining food, maybe a different mood; but the artistry will be there. <\/p>\n<p>And so too, the joy.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I think I was 10 when my Mother took me to the Guggenheim Museum for the first time. I don&#8217;t remember liking it. 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