German Catalog 2006 USE THIS ONE.qxp - Michael Skurnik Wines
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gang! We got to the end of the 100-yard row of vines, and<br />
this is what we all saw: four distinct, absolutely different<br />
soil types in the space of a two-minute stroll. There was<br />
grey slate, pale yellow loess, silvery-tan porphyry and<br />
deep rusty melaphyre. I turned to the group. “You hear a<br />
lot of crap about what makes complexity in wines. Some<br />
people would like you to think that winemakers give complexity<br />
to their wines. Look at what you’ve just seen here.<br />
THAT, and THAT AL<strong>ONE</strong> is complexity.”<br />
I know of nowhere else in the world of wine where<br />
grapes grow on such an intricate confluence of geological<br />
currents. No grape except Riesling could do justice to such<br />
soil.<br />
Each year I try to hike to the top of the Lemberg, the<br />
highest hill in the region. It does me good: the birds, the<br />
fresh spermy smell of early spring and the view. At this<br />
time of year, the vineyards are bare of leaf, and it is<br />
telling and fascinating to look at the various colors of soil<br />
Felsenberg<br />
forming miasmic currents on the exposed ground.<br />
Almost all the great Nahe vineyards can be seen below,<br />
among the noblest homes for Riesling anywhere on<br />
earth, spread out like a necklace of diamonds:<br />
Kupfergrube, Hermannshöhle, Hermannsberg, Brücke. I<br />
peer through the spring sunshine, remembering the first<br />
time I ever saw this astonishing view, when I suddenly<br />
had an eerie sense of something being shown to me. I was<br />
a million miles from marketing. Looking into a remote<br />
hollow on a distant limb of the world, grateful in my<br />
utmost heart for the beauty that lives in the land, but also<br />
somehow lost.<br />
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View of vineyards from the Lemberg<br />
In my dream I wished I could bring you here with<br />
me, and we could sit out for a few hours in the afternoon<br />
light and look down on those miraculous vineyards and<br />
listen to the birds. Let that time gestate in our hearts, so<br />
that when we taste the wines later on we taste them with<br />
that heart, relaxed, dilated and ready. And then I think of<br />
those wines, arranged in sterile rows on a table somewhere,<br />
while I pace nearby and worry about how they’ll<br />
“show.” And for a moment it becomes impossible to be<br />
both people at once, the hot-shot wine guy and the plainand-simple<br />
me who sits on the hill, pensive, calm and<br />
grateful.<br />
I happen to believe that wine means something. And<br />
much of what wine means was visible to me then, and<br />
every time since. I also buy wine in part because of what<br />
it means, which is a more vital question than its simple<br />
exterior flavor. Yet if we wish to make a living buying<br />
and selling wine, we often confront a perplexing ques-<br />
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Kupfergrube<br />
Hermannsberg<br />
Brücke<br />
tion: who are we to be? We all let meaning into our lives<br />
in some way; we thirst for meaning unawares. When you<br />
cheer like a banshee for the home team, you’re feeding a<br />
need for meaning; on the face of it, what does it matter<br />
who wins the game? We create meaning because we need<br />
to have it in our lives. Wine is one of the things which<br />
happens to feed that need in me, and Nahe wine does so<br />
in a particularly suggestive, caressing way. “There are<br />
mysteries here of the most exquisite sweetness; I will<br />
show them to you,” it seems to say.<br />
Enter Helmut Dönnhoff.<br />
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