What else could I do, living 1000 mi away from either coast, and being at best tangentially involved? I know that you would have told me that it was: a) way too young and b) not really the best expression of the grape, but it was what was ready tonight so fuck it. Was there really so much fuss made about this? The acidity was there, the honeyed goodness and a fair sense of richness. Lean? Not that I can tell. No lack of fruit, either. Perhaps my view is colored by my desire to reconnect, however flimsily, with you, O Captain. Jean and I shared a toast to you, and recalled some of our fonder memories of you. More tears were shed.
When the time is right, I'll pop a Moelleux, the better to serve your memory; for now, though, this will do, as much as it can, until we can think of a better way to salve our wounds and move on.
Mark Lipton
When the time is right, I'll pop a Moelleux, the better to serve your memory; for now, though, this will do, as much as it can, until we can think of a better way to salve our wounds and move on.
Mark Lipton
