Grief, I've learned, is episodic. Last night is a case in point. Jean and I traveled up to Douglas, MI for the weekend and had a picnic dinner on the shore of Lake Michigan on a glorious late Summer evening. To accompany this repast, we opened a bottle of Marie Demets NV Cuvée 19 Siecle purchased some while back from Comrade Lyle. The wine was fantastic, zippy and mineral while being creamy with great vinosity. For some, it might be too austere, but for our non-dosé attuned palates it was spot on. We were also treated to a spectacular sunset over the silver-blue waters of Lake Michigan on a cloudless night. We were both vividly reminded of a sunset 5 years earlier viewed from the deck of a house 50 ft away as we drank a bottle of '45 Huet LHL Moelleux. Jean had purchased that bottle for me for my birthday on the advice of SFJoe, who later advised me that it was best paired with sunsets. We did, and it was.
Those memories came flooding back last night. I don't know that we'll ever be able to drink Huet or watch Suns setting over Lake Michigan without thinking of our dear friend, but this isn't a bad thing either. Some part of him will always be there, enjoining us to think less and enjoy more.
Mark Lipton
Those memories came flooding back last night. I don't know that we'll ever be able to drink Huet or watch Suns setting over Lake Michigan without thinking of our dear friend, but this isn't a bad thing either. Some part of him will always be there, enjoining us to think less and enjoy more.