Keep on Punching
Long time no wine write! Which is both terrible English and very indicative of what my mental state as of late has been. Preparations for the charity tasting swallowed me whole for the first half of March - but yaaay it was a smashing success! - and I spent the second half drinking/recovering/spiraling in and out of an identity crisis. Don't laugh! It's serious stuff.
It all started when I started interning at a new job around 3 weeks ago while still keeping my other two jobs that I already have. Yes, it is an on going process and as confusing and time consuming as it sounds. Never mind the fact that I still have school on top of that and like to occasionally spend time with humans. But! The internship is a lot of fun, I'm learning a lot of new things and surrounded by interesting and fun new people. So all that would be well if one day I didn't look at my Instagram bio and thought, hm, maybe I should update it in light of all these dramatic life changes! And you know what happened? I completely freaked the fuck out.
It shouldn't be difficult to squeeze what you do and what your interests are into a preferably witty but sarcastic couple sentence bio, should it? Well, turns out it is. The realization that I don't really know what I'm currently doing/how to describe it/if I even want to share it hit me like a ton of bricks. Do I know how my internship will pan out? No, not really. Should I be worried? No, not really, I still have 'a million jobs and projects' that pay me well and allow me to invest money into things I'm passionate about like wine, community projects and art. So then why am I so worried? I realized I need to take a raincheck on my overachieving tendencies and just step back for a moment. Drink less, sleep more and worry less.
It was no coincidence then that I stumbled across Testalonga's "Keep on Punching" Chenin Blanc. I'll get to the wine in a second but I just love the message - there's something so fierce about the label, the typo, the phrase itself. I shared the bottle with two friends on a Sunday evening and I must say, I fell in love. Chenin Blanc is an unexplored variety for me historically - I've drank a handful of exemplars but I remember always being very drawn to them. Always potential for finesse, usually crisp green apple skins combined with baked buttery lemon. Just plain delectable. This Testalonga - which is a winery from South Africa for those who don't know which is just super fucking cool - was just like that with a subtle acidity that kept the wine going. As I'm writing this I'm literally salivating. Give me more and I'll keep on punching baby!
I bought this wine in what is downright the discovery of the year - beautiful concept store Blumenthell in Weiden am See. They sell an incredible selection of meticulously picked out pots, napkins, centerpieces, decor, all that schnazz. Throw in a beautiful array of flowers and it's perfect right? WELL WAIT FOR IT. We walk through and I stumble into their back room where, turns out, they have an INSANE selection of mostly natural producers predominantly from Austria - think Oggau, Pittnauer, Claus Preisinger, Rennersistas, Fuchs und Hase, Wenzel, Meinklang etc. - but also including French, South African and other exemplars. I mean, whaaat. I immediately bought a carton of wine and I w.i.l.l. b.e. b.a.c.k. s.o.o.n. Such good vibes.
Other than the Testalonga I bought two bottles of Rennersistas, both reds. One was a 100% Saint Laurent, the other their red cuvee Waiting for Tom. What I really loved about both of these wines is that they were playful, yet had a lot of finesse and structure to them that pushed them outside of the boundary of just easy drinking juice. I prefer more 'spicy' exemplars of St. Laurent that you can find in Moravia but this expression of the grape was really interesting to see and still very delicious. I popped the Waiting for Tom over dinner with my parents who are by now famous in that despite being wine people they don't really get this 'whole obsession with undrinkable natural wines' I have. But hey, tearing down their prejudices one bottle at a time! I secretly opened this and they both loved the seamless combo of Blaufrankisch, Pinot Noir and St. Laurent. What is essentially my dream red cuvee from this area. Well done ladies - can't wait to taste more of your wines.
Before we go to the red over the family vacay though, I popped Claus Preisinger's Ancestral St. Laurent bubbles. Daaaaaaamn was it amaaaziing. Gorgeous pale pink color, playful fruit bomb on the nose with intense bubbles and a strawberries&cream finish. I really can't think of many more bubbles that would be perfect for this transitionary spring weather when it's sunny but still cool. Guzzle-able by the gallons. Plus, bubbles against troubles??? Seriously? Life motto.
I plan on hopefully writing more regularly and not putting so much pressure on myself to always produce a long ass article about deeply profound ideals and topics - it's why I find Instagram and it's short span for text actually liberating. But just in general, the idea is not to put so much pressure on myself overall.
So what does my Instagram bio read now? Work in progress. Always will be.
Cheers peeps, see you soon.