So I know this guy.
he is lovely. has a wine store in the Lower East Side/ Hipsterville.
The guy is from Paris. The picture of “French Guy who sells Wine”.
I ask him the name, he says “Wine Therapy”. I say ( to myself)… winetherapy. this is the guy who took the name of those guys who hung out on the smart corner of the web. Always too smart for me.
did you ever hear of the website winetherapy before you named the store?
Nope. Not at all. Beautifully oblivious.
So I go to visit the store. fantastic place (no affiliation)
Inexpensive bottlings of organic/ biodynamic wines. A real stamp of artisan
He is setting up a website for the 21st century and is fascinated by people talking about wine. He has a gem there and needs to get these strange beauties out to a wider, but admittedly still narrow, audience.
I have been moving through a mixed case of stuff outside my comfort zone. Here is another one.
2007 (?) Verdier-Logel Cotes du Forez la Volcanique
So he hand sells me this one. Gamay on volcanic soil. Why not
Nose is plummy sweet gamay on the top note, but basso…I had this immediate, powerful flash to a trip in college to Kiluea to meet Pele. This was during a summer spent studying dolphins in Kauai, but that’s another ramble.
Anyways this wine gave me a profound memory jolt of igneous rock. The stuff smelled of ash and the crater of Kiluea. Amazing thing. Thrilling lesson in terroir.
Palate is round and juicy gamay. but not typical beau. This is earthy and rich. Not candied.
what an interesting wine. binary scale 1
which brings me to the punchline of this tale. i want to pull Jean Baptiste into our little group and this may be the prompt to get him out. And troublemaker that I am, I think the folks at Winedisorder would love to talk with the man who blithely opened a store called “Wine Therapy”. They scare me though. Not like Squires peturbs me, they just scare me. I don’t know what they talk about. I figure Kane or the Jay Miller with a palate can welcome him and I in. OTOH, they may just throw rocks at him.