German Catalog 2006 USE THIS ONE.qxp - Michael Skurnik Wines
German Catalog 2006 USE THIS ONE.qxp - Michael Skurnik Wines
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selbach-oster<br />
mosel • zeltingen<br />
We tasted on a (rare) bright early Spring day, and when we were done Karen Odessa and I took<br />
a walk in the sunlight. We visited Hans Selbach’s grave, where all the flowers had been nibbled<br />
by some critter or other, probably wild boar, which Hans liked to hunt. “Yes, the boar like to visit<br />
him too, and eat the flowers,” said his wife Sigrid. “I’m sure he’s down there chuckling at them<br />
whenever they come.”<br />
Four years ago I remember Hans-Günter Schwarz seeing to the harvest of his supernal 2001s<br />
while his wife lay in the final stages of terminal cancer. This year I enjoy contemplating the vision<br />
of the Selbach family luxuriating in the most clement harvest they have ever known, day after<br />
day of perfect weather, while Hans’ angel looks on.<br />
It wasn’t an easy year for them. Not only did they<br />
lose their beloved patriarche, they also lost the work he<br />
did (and made look effortless), and they dealt with an<br />
audit of Hans’ estate (routine but time-draining), but<br />
come harvest time it was as if some providence thought<br />
to itself “These poor souls have suffered enough for<br />
awhile; I’ll just square the weather away so they can<br />
have an easy vintage.” I like to think Hans called in his<br />
single favor from the angels — it would be like him to<br />
want to alleviate the difficulties of others.<br />
It is Johannes’ first vintage without Hans. Yet in that<br />
curious way the dead abide with us, Hans’ presence<br />
imbues everything. It is probably the greatest vintage in<br />
the winery’s history, and it’s melancholy to think Hans<br />
wasn’t among us to taste it. But, we can tell him of it.<br />
2005 is a fabulous Mosel vintage in general. Great<br />
wines were everywhere. Many of my growers had<br />
among the greatest<br />
vintages<br />
they’ve ever had.<br />
Yet even so, the<br />
2005 Selbach-<br />
Oster vintage<br />
stands out, even<br />
from 2005’s exalted<br />
norm. I’ll try<br />
and say why.<br />
Most if not<br />
all of the `05<br />
Mosels are outsized,<br />
with many<br />
times their usual<br />
density and more<br />
layers of intricacy<br />
than ever. This is<br />
done without<br />
Barbara & Johannes Selbach<br />
altering their<br />
basic shape, without<br />
obtruding on their slatey ornery essence, and without<br />
coating their bones with ripe-sauce. Selbach’s wines<br />
are no different. Yet there is a quality of serenity about<br />
•Vineyard area: 17 hectares<br />
•Annual production: 9,500 cases<br />
•Top sites: Zeltinger Sonnenuhr, Wehlener<br />
Sonnenuhr, Graacher Domprobst<br />
•Soil types: Stony slate, partly with loam<br />
•Grape varieties: 98.5% Riesling,<br />
1.5% Weissburgunder<br />
them that is nearly beatific. They taste as if they’d been<br />
gathered by angels. They have a lovely gloss and glow.<br />
They are full of muscle but also a skater’s grace. They seem<br />
to be infinitely strong without ever becoming powerful.<br />
And there are so many of them. I can’t think of a single<br />
wine I “rejected” among the nearly four dozen I tasted.<br />
Johannes, who is always antsy and uncertain during<br />
these showings, could barely contain his glee. I was the<br />
first person to whom the entire range was shown, and I<br />
wish you could have been there: my old friend Jo and I<br />
couldn’t stop looking at each other, mouths agape, just in<br />
batshit-crazy bliss as one insane masterpiece followed<br />
another. When I got to the Schlossberg Auslese 2-star I<br />
thought I’d wrung out all the emotion of which I was<br />
capable — there were already several wines of sublime<br />
beauty — and I will never forget, as I stood there tasting<br />
that wine, how it seemed to put its gentle hands on my<br />
chest and push me down into the chair, and how I just sat<br />
there looking utterly stunned at Johannes and said<br />
“Dude; what is this?” and he returned my deranged gaze<br />
with one of his own and said “I know, can you believe<br />
it?” almost as if the wine weren’t his at all.<br />
You’ll see it in my notes, how by the end of the tasting<br />
I’d gotten to that strange wan place where you’ve<br />
numbed the rapture-terminals and you don’t “feel” any<br />
more. I felt as if I’d been abducted by some alien race<br />
who knew arcane forms of beauty and pleasure. They<br />
dropped me off when they were done with me and all I<br />
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MOSEL WINES