impressions of the Dressner tasting

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Brad Widelock

Brad Widelock
I don’t have the skill or experiences to do justice to the wines I tried Thursday at the Dressner tasting. Whenever I was tempted to ask a question of one of the winemakers, I found myself considering a story about the director John Ford, who hated doing interviews. He was once asked a lengthy question about how he got a particular shot. He responded: “With a camera. Next question.” I did much better listening and tasting than talking.

I experienced the tasting like a concert given by musicians who make their own instruments and music. I might enjoy the sound of one instrument or appreciate a particular tune more than another, but all of the music was distinct, and each player had something to say. I’m old enough to remember a time when you could walk up to a stage after a set and actually talk to the musicians, ask them about their instruments, what they were working on, who they were listening to. That’s what the tasting was like.

Thursday afforded me the opportunity to put names to faces, have a chance to see if I could detect anything about the person who made the wine in the wine itself, to compare and contrast a producer of Muscadet and Frappato, taste two sparkling, beautifully balanced Moscati from Asti followed by a dry one from Sicily.

I went to the tasting to do some business, which I did, but I left richer for the experience. I’m grateful that I have a day job that affords me the opportunity to sell the wines I do, including several from the Dressner portfolio. I don’t know if I’ll ever make any money at it, and I have a lot of admiration for those that do. As long as I keep having fun and learning, I’m going to keep trying to sell wine that you can’t find at places like Trader Joe’s.

Brad
 
originally posted by Brad Widelock:
I experienced the tasting like a concert given by musicians who make their own instruments and music. I might enjoy the sound of one instrument or appreciate a particular tune more than another, but all of the music was distinct, and each player had something to say. I’m old enough to remember a time when you could walk up to a stage after a set and actually talk to the musicians, ask them about their instruments, what they were working on, who they were listening to. That’s what the tasting was like.
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When the student, with eyes closed, was asked whether he could hear the butterfly at his feet, he opened his eyes and was astonished to find the butterfly right where Po (a blind man) said it was.
He then asked Po "master, how can you hear such things?"
And Po answered, "student, how can you not."
Somehow, your comments remind me of this scene.
Best, Jim
 
originally posted by Florida Jim:
originally posted by Brad Widelock:
I experienced the tasting like a concert given by musicians who make their own instruments and music. I might enjoy the sound of one instrument or appreciate a particular tune more than another, but all of the music was distinct, and each player had something to say. I’m old enough to remember a time when you could walk up to a stage after a set and actually talk to the musicians, ask them about their instruments, what they were working on, who they were listening to. That’s what the tasting was like.
Click to expand...

When the student, with eyes closed, was asked whether he could hear the butterfly at his feet, he opened his eyes and was astonished to find the butterfly right where Po (a blind man) said it was.
He then asked Po "master, how can you hear such things?"
And Po answered, "student, how can you not."
Somehow, your comments remind me of this scene.
Best, Jim
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Oh my!
 
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