The extra I’ve talked to Maggie Harrison, the respected Oregon winemaker who’s waging a “warfare on wine,” according to an interesting profile within the New York Occasions Mag, the extra I’ve begun to peer two worlds of wine. The bodily global, the place vines are grafted, watered and harvested at exactly the suitable time on hyper-specific filth. And the metaphoric, mythic global, the place we flip this grapestuff into God. Or no less than right into a actually excellent tale.
Harrison’s vineyard Antica Terra places out a couple of hundred bottles a yr and has a years-long wait checklist borne out of a mixture of being scrumptious, the foundations of provide and insist and her strange winemaking manner. She has synesthesia, a situation wherein the sight of a host would possibly include a colour. The quantity “two,” as an example, boasts a gentle blue air of secrecy round it. (My cousin has synesthesia, too, and she or he’s excellent at math.) Harrison makes use of her sensory symphony, and many years of enjoy, to mix fantastic wines. She assembles over 100 samples from her vineyards and others within the area to mix blindly, assigning each and every a host to stay them arranged. As she blends along with her workforce, the colours she sees mix, too. She tastes and tastes and tastes, and after 10…
