Libation Station... "The Wine Shop Chronicles"

Friday, February 29, 2008

desert wind... prologue

I'm thinking we're back. I can tell by the cold rain pelting my balding pate. I can feel it and worse yet, hear it. Ping-thuck-ping. I miss some things already, like 83 degree heat, a comfortable 3 mile morning walk followed by freshly squeezed orange juice and a grapefruit... all picked from our friend's back yard. Then I think there was a cigar each day followed by lunch and something white and refreshing from The Loire, circa 2005, then margaritas at 4pm, and something big and red for dinner that went with spaghetti and the New York Strips. I'm thinking that happened. I think I remember a Pouilly-Fuisse (sometimes known in certain subterranean wine geek circles as fussy pussy) melding perfectly with a barbecued rare salmon. But right now I just feel the cold and rain. My bones are returning to their pre-post-aching that I had thought I was accustomed to... okay with. I don't think I'm okay with that anymore. Time is short and warm ache-less bones seem more than reasonable. A sunny disposition seems reasonable, but I worry about things edgy, about losing my edge in prose and sometimes even pomp and circumstance. I like pomp and circumstance the way I see it and deliver it, with a brooding snarl at things perky and lofty and that other word: positive. There is proof positive those kind of dispositions are few and far between here in the region known to those familiar with the dark and dank. I can see it peoples faces each morning on  the way to work. I can feel it projected in the auras between the tragically hip and the politely aloof. In the valley of the sun,  I saw unconcerned smiles and arced eye-browed greetings... something more than what is minimally expected. I'm not sure if I'm disgusted with all that... or not. I'm not sure if I dislike a relentlessly perpetual sun-drenched zombie like zoning... or not. Something to ponder as I thumb through the classifieds.

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Saturday, February 23, 2008

Desert Wind...

We are off to the desert for a few days, five to be exact, plus or minus a few hours disguised as cattle herded on and off transport. We probably will be standing more upon concrete than sand and other deposits from eroded mesa and dried river beds as the desert has changed much over the decades. Ranch critters now come in two or four doors, some with a tailgate. We are looking for sun but it seems to have found us as this extremely abnormal Northwest winter reprieve has been a nice surprise (5 straight days of Sol's warmth!), but also has diluted our reasons for escape. It bloody well better be lousy here and a pristine baking when we arrive there or I will be in need of a refund from something.

Anytime a trip such as this occurs, one that interrupts a flow and engages gears of potential remorse from the guilt of temporarily leaving a situation that maybe one shouldn't leave, in this case being the shop and the duties and responsibilities surrounding it, I tend to look at the decision as a peek down a tributary... hoping there isn't a class 6 waterfall lurking around the bend. Or sticking one's head through a portal just to see what's on the other side besides a big hooded hairy dude with an axe.

And speaking of portals with regard to these perceived turbulent times: the elections, the war, subprime this and oil prices that, and taxes on the horizon. And have we had a natural disaster here yet? I haven't been keeping track. I'm wondering about potentials for escape to the next level, the odds of it being what it's all cut out to be, and if retracing is not a better option. I've been thinking about going back to the womb. I've tried many portals or tried to pass through what I thought were portals and found nothing much but what looks like an empty room or worse yet, labyrinths that lead to nowhere and take a long time figuring that out. I'm beginning to think that a great way to escape is to go back through from which I came.

For the most part, I have never really been all that impressed with this reality. It's difficult to have point of reference though as I don't remember anything from a previous one and I don't trust the glory seekers promoting the potentials of anything in the future. Some people say we will all end up in a better place if we all believe. I've always wondered if we all got here because some Flim-Flam dude or dudette from the previous reality sold us a bogus bill of goods. Unless we were told to take really good notes, how would we have known?

There are obvious obstacles to re-entry. I'm quite a bit larger now so a physical passing is probably out of the question even with the most convincing of pleadings and beggings combined with a significant amount of naivetee on someone's account. If I did come through to here as a mind and body package, I'm probably going to have to jettison the body far before re-entry. I'm really not into offing myself as the package might be eternally damaged and any attempts to move from one reality or dimension in the future or future past might just end right then and there forever. Bummer. The wait to die old and decrepit in mind, body, and spirit is not all that in line with my impatient tendencies. So I figure exit, or entrance depending on one's point of view, will have to be some kind of psycho-metaphysical-shedding of the skin, a mind out of the body departure where the physical can just stay behind going through the motions of eating, breathing, pooping, and making a living while the conscious leftovers can go somewhere else and do something more important. Besides, I really am quite bored with this shell that holds all of my innards together and never really have been too humored by where it was deposited, so leaving it behind is not all that much of a loss.

I suppose the main reason I want to get back through the portal is the relentless presence in this reality of too many predators and my position in the food chain. I'm really tired of having to constantly look over my shoulder or hope that if I can't, someone or something has my back... like probably something paid for... via residual subscription... like insurance. So I guess the first thing I need to do is get my body prepared for separation. That seems to make sense, like in the manner of spending a lot of time and money to fix up the house right before you sell it. I'm going to sign up for something strenuous as soon as I can find a timeslot that fits my unscheduable schedule. I think I'll get right on all of this after I soak up some vitamin D and chase it back with a few Tangeray and Tonics.

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Friday, February 22, 2008

Wine not...

For lunch... A bacon bleu cheese burger and a schooner of Stone IPA. I do love my weaknesses...


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Thursday, February 21, 2008

hey hey vaycay...

As in away from the shop and we need it badly. Our place of choice? Phoenix. We were headed to Buenes Aires but issues came up and so the best we could muster is a 5 day jaunt to the desert. It had bloody better be toasty there. In the meantime, wine aficionado Shelly Humula will be attending to our shop on Tuesday through Thursday of next week. Stop in as she is amazingly knowledgeable and might steer you to something completely different than you are accustomed to when visiting. It's that spice of life thing.... variety.

We are currently chewing on a South African Syrah courtesy of Graham Beck. I do mean chewing. This thing is growing in my glass with typical South African fruit funk, smoke, and viscosity. Yum.

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Tuesday, February 19, 2008

Hmmm...

Has anyone noticed that the sun has been protruding more than usual the last three days in a row and is threatening to continue for at least another day? This is way too early, like maybe when flowers bloom before a deep freeze returns. Anyway, I am thinking about light and crisp and refreshing meldings far ahead of what is seasonably appropriate. Tonight it is seared scallops, blanched veggies, sprinkled olive oil, and something clean and acidic to wash it down with. Quick, before it's too late...



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Pour notes...

We ventured to Redmond Friday night for an evening of theme, the theme being audibly filled throughout the hall radiating lofty accordion, violin, and voice of all things French; the senses drenched in aromas and flavors plated, everything from the delicate to the rich and full, and compliments of perfectly paired wine. Even the restored vintage Citron rag top parked at the front door shined through the evening rain. The 125 people taking part in this 5 course French wine dinner were obviously pleased as 19 cases of Vouvray bubbly, White Bordeaux, Hermitage, Vin du Pays, and sweet Muscat disappeared into appreciative hands to be sampled at another time... when remembrances of delight are triggered, even if sipped with a peanut butter sandwich.

Many thanks to Tracy Kvigne for the opportunity to participate, Ray and Sharon Bloom for their expertise and help pouring, and Tuxedos and Tennis Shoes for the incredible food. Oh yes, and the cafe' inclined Rouge for filling the air with pure French ambiance. We got home late, exhausted, but pleasantly so.

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Tuesday, February 12, 2008

All things crab... continued

There was much to ponder and hash about as we cracked the crabby critters and dipped this and that into butter and garlic supplemented with Caesar salad and then there were those chocolate truffle thingies and all that wine. By the time the hot tub was reached we had all decided a short dip was more than reasonable for we are old and tend to pass out too easily when stuffed to the gills and then with submerged heat applied... Zzzz... The Riesling was very dry, being it's Alsatian self and that is the manner they do Rieslings in Alsace. The Verdejo was replaced with an Albarino and that was obviously the best choice to compliment the crab even though I just know a slightly sweeter Riesling would have also hit the spot. I will find that balance between sugar to sweet meat in the near future. I am going to start scavenging the legal shorelines for the delicacies that are indigenous to this region. To live here and not partake in the hunt for such bounty beyond the use of credit cards and shopping carts is basically sacrilegious and a waste of extreme potential satisfaction. I'm looking for crab pots.

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Sunday, February 10, 2008

off day or day off...

It's Sunday and the shop is open. This is a big deal as it's Sunday, and it's downtown on a Sunday, and there is not much movement in the way of human stimulus response concerning curiosities and quests for fringe experience. We offer fringe experiences in a non-fringe realm. That is how we know we are fringe, by being here. So to be open is a brave thing as the elements of self doubt from potential unrealized gain or realized loss in terms of time possibly spent better elsewhere doing other things are oh so prevalent. Yet there is the time to write, to sip a real nice inexpensive cava, knowing there are 3 just steamed crab on ice in the car waiting on the clock to move more toward the dinner hour. And those fine sea spider-like critters with their sweet meat will be consumed with leafy green fixin's and an Alsace Riesling and a Spanish Verdejo and then dessert will be a thoroughly soaked conversation with wife and friends under star, cloud, or downpour submerged in a 100 degree plus hot tub while overlooking the straits between Fidalgo and Whidbey Islands. So it's Sunday in the open shop, and that ain't all that bad...

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Thursday, February 07, 2008

Oh look out...

The craze continues to build momentum. The grape is a work horse. The wine is just plain made for food. And in Eastern Washington, it very well may dominate the economics of plant and crush, and the reason why? Quite a few people can't remember the crap that was poured out of bottles in the 70's and 80's and winemakers today are after perfection. And if they aren't, there's always Germany. Ladies and gentlemen, we proudly re-introduce the Riesling. More floral. More notes of apricot and apple and pear. More minerality. And semi-dry!!! This wine has serious consumption potential as it also is low alcohol. No more face-plants after one bottle. This is going to be a fun spring/summer/fall.

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Costco and the Liquor Board...

I'm not sure how many wine consumers are really following the many year long battle between Costco and The Washington State Liquor Board for supremacy over who controls what supposedly free thinking members of a democratic society can consume as a beverage of choice. The latest decision by the 9th District Court of Appeals overturning the last ruling in favor of Costco has most likely, and I am basing this on quoted verbiage by State Lawyers, opened the door for excessive momentums of validation throughout the realm the Liquor Control Board currently governs. In other words... beware retaliation. We have noticed an escalation in raids, undercover entrapments, and the usual leveraging throughout our immediate region. Granted, the attention has been aimed at bars (we think), but it's hard to see all this as coincidental.

There is an enormous amount of spin being tossed about depending upon who is tossing and what side of the fence it's being tossed from. My basic feeling is that neither side ,no matter what is being touted as for the public good, cares a rip about the public good. Coscto wants to horde its wine in central distribution locations until they are ready at their leisure to allow the public to buy it. The State and Distribution Cartel want a total monopoly on legislated tax revenue and even worse... legislated profits. As far as Costco being the hero for the consumer, I can hear the old Who song playing in the background... "meet the new boss, same as the old boss". As a wine shop owner that has to claw tooth and nail through extraordinary dangerous minefields on the way to sustain a meager living, I have decided to offer some wants on our behalf as a Mom and Pop wine shop and hopefully other non-multi-chain-big-box-super-this-and-that-conglomerates behalves.

I would like to be able to purchase wine for resale from any entity that has it legally available, in state or out. Wouldn't it be swell if a client of mine who wants "wine A" that is being distributed by the lone legal distributor who refuses to sell it to me because I don't buy the rest of their lesser valued wine, could have me obtain it from whoever else had it on their shelves at whatever price I could negotiate? I could buy it from a wine shop in Seattle where it might just be collecting dust on the shelf, the owner would get a little above his cost and clear his shelf, I would sell it for less than my usual market up, but the customer would be happy to have what he or she was looking for. What a concept. I understand the need for business agreements between producer and distributor. I understand the need for exclusivity clauses. I understand the concept of fair compensation via commission. I do not understand legislated monopolies.

I would like the Liquor Control agents to courteously identify themselves upon entering my shop instead of wasting my time negotiating a potential entrapment of what could be perceived as a violation of compliance in front of my vendors and real customers. Agents are not required to identify themselves before entering... and never do.

I would like the State of Washington to pay us for using our time and equipment to police their laws. That would include labor hours spent logging out of state purchases via Internet time and equipment usage filling out forms for compliance so they don't have to.

I would like to be able to treat my inventory as belonging to to us, since we paid for it, and not just The State having us administer for them the movement of the product from producer to consumer without the benefits of consistent compensation, vacation pay, sick pay, and health care. Retirement bennies would be nice too. I cannot "give" a bottle of wine I purchased for my shelves to a good client, one that buys a lot of wine from me and pays sales tax on those purchases, to sample at home with his family to see if he would want more, which might mean he would buy several bottles, bottles that he would pay sales tax on. Sheez.

I would like to have a structure of Liquor laws that do not have us constantly looking in a most paranoid manner over our shoulders for fear there is an embedded agent disguised as a customer in our shop, so as to allow us to do what we thought our job was... to service our customers. As it currently stands:



  • If a child walks in with her mother and touches the pretty label, that can be construed as possession by a minor. I haven't been able to ascertain if this is deemed the equivalent of serving a minor and therefore I, as the one allowing it, could be hauled off to jail as a bartender would if they served a minor.

    I am not permitted to taste a wine prior to purchase while running the cash register so as to be able to properly inform my clients as to what they may be purchasing in terms of quality and value... we have no employees so its really hard not to break this law on a consistent basis. I was "caught" once doing this but because a legal vendor was "tasting" me on their product, I was not fined. But I was running the cash register. I'm soooo confused.

    We cannot sip wine with the doors locked, the open sign off, and after posted open hours within the confines of our shop. The State says if we are working on our books after hours and sipping wine, we could also be behind the cash register... even though we are closed. We cannot deny access to agents if they suspect we are doing that.

    The list goes on.

    The "Captain" of the our region says we can fight any perceived wrong through the courts at our expense, but that the agent in the field gets to make the call as to what is a violation.


I would like to accomplish all of this without an eighth year legal fight and several million dollars.

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Tuesday, February 05, 2008

Wine Club Feb selections...

Wines of the French Southern Rhone are typically a blended mesh of Grenache, Syrah, and Mourvedre with sometimes up to 9 more varietals tossed in for good measure. Within this region of this country, the blend melds with the soil and a gnarly cold wind, le mistral, from the Alps that pierces the scorching summer days and adds an element of acidity to the grapes that compliments the earthy clay and limestone influences... a very French thing to happen.

So naturally, I am curious as to how other regions, specifically New World one's accomplish the same effect, or maybe even allows the blend to express itself beyond the confines of what is traditionally considered "the standard". As we sometimes find out via whatever repetitive ruts we sometimes slip into, standards can get boring. Therefore this month, I'm pairing two Grenache, Shiraz, and Mourvedre blends from Australia, a place where heat reigns supreme, where acidity is left trailing in the background, and where patience for maturity can be substituted with intense fruit extraction and an occasional screw top.

Another interesting twist on this month?s theme is that both wines were rated by similar rating mechanisms: The Wine Advocate and Robert Parker Jr.; the Advocate being the organization and Parker being the driving force behind it. Both wines received 90 point ratings. The difference between the two chosen wines other than winery and vine age is that one is about 10 dollars cheaper than the other. So my question is: does price influence the quality and taste? The answer hopefully is in the glass. Enjoy!

Langmeil Three Gardens GSM 2005-2006 Barossa Valley $18.00

This delicious wine draws its name from the old Barossa Vignerons word for vineyard. Three Gardens were chosen for their distinct Barossa style and complementary characteristics. The blend of Shiraz (48%), Grenache (42%), and Mourvèdre (10%) shows good balance and integrated structure. It has full, ripe fruit, supported by firm but fine tannins. The overall flavors are cherries and blackberries, with hints of cloves and cinnamon. Enjoy over the next five years or so. We?ve decided this is a really good binge wine for under $20. It goes well with food or without; however, something pork or something bird is a real nice compliment.

90 Points Robert Parker Jr.

Kaesler Avignon GSM 2005 Barossa Valley $27.00

The "Avignon" is a style of red wine composed of Grenache (41%), Shiraz (40%), Mataro (Mourvedre) (19%). The Grenache and Mataro vines are 70 years old and the Shiraz comes from vineyards 40 and 105 year?s old. It is a style that is designed to be savory and compliment food. Ripe dark berries, with earthy, cherry overtones on the nose. Palate displays plum and blackberry fruit with fine tannin and tasty acidity. As the wine moves through the palate, the mouth feel widens and becomes quite savory. The aftertaste is very Mataro with a strong flavor of dark chocolate. Because of the price, we have to look toward lamb or duck.

90-92 Points The Wine Advocate

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Friday, February 01, 2008

more on IH...

I have tried many times to expound on the attributes of ascension with eloquence and grace to what is called intellectual hick both in writings and at various social gatherings, the latter much to the dismay and chagrin of certain other guests. I have struggled with the definition over the years. As I age, my particular proneness toward hick sometimes rises to the top far more than my intellectual side. I believe it is a roots thing. I do come from a long line of spam suckin' trailer trash that particularly lined the muddy shores of both the Kokosing and Hocking rivers in more rural than not Ohio, and by the way, am damn proud of it.

I'm currently trying to meld the concept of stretching one's IH refinement within a wine culture full of images marketed toward the wannabe elite side of life without getting too caught up with the overly hoity-toity, full of one's ever important self, or mutant full-blown wine fascist crowd. It is difficult. I still am tempted to bring my own glassware to dinner parties when the potential for improper stems runs feverishly high. It's not an image thing. The juice just tastes better in a big crystal bowl. I cringe in a noticeable manner, a prelude to a breakout of hives when I see someone either top off a glass of a 40 dollar Rhone with a less than noble 7 dollar Australian Shiraz, or drop an ice cube into a glass of a small production 2005 white Burgundy from Beaune. Slow deep breaths... slow deep breaths... What a waste of someone's money to do such a thing.

Do these actions and responses place me under the umbrella of some realm where titles that start with the prefix "neo-" reign obnoxiously supreme? And what actually is an IH (Intellectual Hick)? A well read hillbilly? One who chases the kids around the living room with power tools while reciting Shakespeare?

I fear my grapplings within this mental environment that I have either self imposed or evolved into will have to continue, maybe ad infinitum, as in a world where I see fewer absolutes, and especially where wine is concerned: where if you got it and like it, drink it applies, the struggle with maintaining reasonable sensibilities will be relentless.... I have just read the new Wine Spectator cover to cover.

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Of course, IH not only is an acronym for Intellectual Hick. It also is, and I believe they have the original copyright on this, the logo stamp for International Harvester. It is what it is.

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