When vines live in soil lacking nutrients and raindrops alongside abundant attention from the sun, the parched vines strive more ardently to nourish, hydrate, and shade themselves; they dig deeper into the earth, find their strength. The challenge produces berries that are smaller and fewer with poignant character, distinction, substance. Too much coddling and they're not noteworthy. Struggle isn't comfortable and growth is necessary, remarkable, and ~in instances such as a few sips of a wine that stops time~ worthwhile.
The trick is to surrender to the flow.
On the first day of this month we celebrated a
new book in town, it's a children's book, but as it goes with the good ones, it applies to kids from One to Five-Hundred-One. It's the story of Delilah the Butterfly who aspires to break free of the concrete wall she's painted on. With encouragement from Sadie the Squirrel and Petey the Pigeon, she
pulls it off. They travel through Brooklyn searching for a tribe of butterflies that Delilah could join and along the way experience the nuance and charm of Kings County, particularly during the sweet season of late summer/ early fall in all its street-festival-glory. The journey teaches Delilah that home has been around and inside her the whole time…Brooklyn has a way of showing us that; don't you think?
Around these wine (and spirit!) shop parts, we often reflect on the beauty that sprouts from stones…not concrete walls, exactly, but not
not concrete walls either. We ponder bottles like Martin Texier's
Preyna from Ardèche granite, Reverdy's
Sancerre Blanc from limestone and chalky marl called "caillottes", Forlorn Hope's
Queen of the Sierra White from the schist and shale-rich elevations of Rorick Heritage Vineyard in the Sierra Foothills, and the list goes on…
Thank you for being part of our world. We'll see you at the shop!
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