How a Whitman we were always wanting, a hoping, an
America, that America ever an America to be,
never an America to sing about or to, but ever an
America to sing hopefully for
All we had was past America, and ourselves, the now America,
and O how we regarded that past!
To smell this wine, to pause, to reflect
Summer softness, spearmint gum softening
Pavement and boardwalk, salt water and taffy
Wintergreen neighbors and smokeless tobacco
Skål, then, faded circles in back pockets
Under the bleachers, awakening to summer
Dandelions abloom, horizons unfold
In this America I drive all night long
Reaching towards lovers, ribbons unfurl
Smoke in the distance, welcoming home
It's alright, alright, all of it's right
In all seriousness, this is an enchanting wine. Ever so slightly green, the nose reminds me of a wintergreen-tinged relation to muscat, with a lovely, fresh, sweet, spearmint smell. There's also a very soft, gentle, warm effect that reminds me of summer evenings at home, sweet hay smells drifting in from the fields; together, it's an especially tranquil wine. Pleasantly tart, this is a fairly full-bodied wine, but with a fascinating penchant for rotating through widths as you drink, ranging from California to Galicia and back again, somehow. Dry, and yet with the suggestion of sweetness due to its size, it returns ever again to the same acidic backbone and finishes long, long, long with a wonderful hint of pears, green apples, and woodruff.
I bet this would be amazing with green papaya salad. For now, though, I'm happy to drink it on its own.
America, that America ever an America to be,
never an America to sing about or to, but ever an
America to sing hopefully for
All we had was past America, and ourselves, the now America,
and O how we regarded that past!
- Gregory Corso, Elegiac Feelings American
To smell this wine, to pause, to reflect
Summer softness, spearmint gum softening
Pavement and boardwalk, salt water and taffy
Wintergreen neighbors and smokeless tobacco
Skål, then, faded circles in back pockets
Under the bleachers, awakening to summer
Dandelions abloom, horizons unfold
In this America I drive all night long
Reaching towards lovers, ribbons unfurl
Smoke in the distance, welcoming home
It's alright, alright, all of it's right
- Me, indulging my inner Beat (with my apologies)
In all seriousness, this is an enchanting wine. Ever so slightly green, the nose reminds me of a wintergreen-tinged relation to muscat, with a lovely, fresh, sweet, spearmint smell. There's also a very soft, gentle, warm effect that reminds me of summer evenings at home, sweet hay smells drifting in from the fields; together, it's an especially tranquil wine. Pleasantly tart, this is a fairly full-bodied wine, but with a fascinating penchant for rotating through widths as you drink, ranging from California to Galicia and back again, somehow. Dry, and yet with the suggestion of sweetness due to its size, it returns ever again to the same acidic backbone and finishes long, long, long with a wonderful hint of pears, green apples, and woodruff.
I bet this would be amazing with green papaya salad. For now, though, I'm happy to drink it on its own.
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