German Catalog 2006 USE THIS ONE.qxp - Michael Skurnik Wines
German Catalog 2006 USE THIS ONE.qxp - Michael Skurnik Wines
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MOSEL WINES<br />
58<br />
alfred merkelbach<br />
mosel • ürzig<br />
They gave me three pictures. We’ll use one of them, I’m not sure which. I’m looking at them<br />
now. At first I took the “cutest” ones, because if there’s one thing about Rolf and Alfred<br />
Merkelbach, it’s their adorableness. Everybody says so. I’ve said so. And when you meet them<br />
they are always shy and smiling and giggling. So you want a picture that captures it.<br />
The first of the pictures is of Rolf’s face peering out from among yellow leaves during harvest.<br />
Everyone was giddy during the `05 harvest. Rolf’s entire being is suffused in Fall light, as if he is<br />
asking “Does it get any better than this?” The second picture is of a Summer day, and the boys are<br />
posing in front of the big URZIGER WURZGARTEN sign in the vineyard. They’re squinting a little<br />
into the sun, and Rolf sports an unusually jaunty smile. This is the one we really should use.<br />
The last of the three pictures they are back at the<br />
winery, in what looks like the press house. They’re standing<br />
a little apart, looking into the camera — it’s actually a<br />
lovely composition. I don’t know quite why it’s making<br />
me weepy, but it is.<br />
I’ve known Rolf and Alfred for twenty-one years<br />
now, but “known” isn’t really the word. When I’m there<br />
we taste the wine and I enthuse and they giggle, and<br />
unless a Selbach is present there’s hardly any schmoozing<br />
— sometimes even then. I’m sure Merkelbachs are<br />
glad of me but I have no idea what they make of me. Nor<br />
I of them, if I’m entirely candid. I mean, of course I adore<br />
them — they’re adorable, after all — but as I look at this<br />
picture I find myself inside a warm mystery. Who are<br />
they, what are their lives?<br />
We say they’re the “last of a vanishing breed”, which<br />
is certainly true. They do the whole thing themselves<br />
(with a little help at harvest) and they live a modest life,<br />
and they don’t appear to have raised their prices for at<br />
Alfred & Rolf Merkelbach<br />
least a decade. They give every appearance of perfect<br />
contentment, and I believe they are. I hope they are; it’s<br />
part of a faith I hold. Theirs are lives reduced to a degree<br />
of simplicity and integration we wouldn’t tolerate. But<br />
they are happy, picking grapes, posing in front of the big<br />
sign, smiling into the camera. When I let myself really<br />
•Vineyard area: 1.9 hectares<br />
•Annual production: 1,600 cases<br />
•Top sites: Ürziger Würzgarten, Erdener<br />
Treppchen<br />
•Soil types: Slate<br />
•Grape varieties: 100% Riesling<br />
think about them I sniff a kind of unknowable goodness,<br />
and it both stirs and rebukes me. A voice challenges me:<br />
Look at those faces, and now tell me just how valuable all<br />
your hip, arch post-modern affects are. But also, feel the<br />
divinity in these simple mysterious lives.<br />
In my tasting notebook I see I wrote “Man, when<br />
they nail it they nail it,” because they really aced the `05s.<br />
Theirs was like the sorbet course in a degustation dinner<br />
you’re starting to wonder if you have the stamina to finish.<br />
Every wine an awakening splash of purity.<br />
One night I was at the ball park. I’m a purist; I like to<br />
arrive early and watch the guys take batting practice and<br />
shag fly balls while the stands slowly fill up and the players<br />
pause to sign autographs. So there I was watching<br />
some rookie who barely had a beard take b.p. and he was<br />
really whacking the ball, line-drive after line-drive, just<br />
sizzling bullets hitting the outfield fences, slapped to all<br />
fields with a satisfying crack! And I was reminded of<br />
something . . . but what?<br />
And then I opened this text in the computer and<br />
there it was: Merkelbachs! Not a towering home-run in the<br />
bunch, but screaming line-drives that’d take your<br />
freakin’ head off and bruise your hand through your<br />
glove if you were lucky enough to spear one.<br />
After greetings are exchanged, we sit at the rather<br />
small round table in the parlor where Rolf<br />
or Alfred bring out the wines one by one. The first wine<br />
was poured and I took an idle sniff and there it was: every