Seeking Comfort in Contemplation and Familiar Wines
I was thankful this weekend to have some time to reflect on this past week’s horrifying events in my community. Grieving, but moreso, trying to wrap my head around an event of such hatred. And senseless loss of lives. And trying to understand my sense of helplessness.
I found solace in the warm November sunshine.
And I found solace in the familiar.
The wines of Oregon are the wines I reach for when there is a celebration, or a special event, or maybe just a delicious, shared, home-prepared meal. Oregon wines have captured my heart, and so I welcomed the Erath wines into my quiet contemplation.
Founder Dick Erath began experimenting with winemaking in his garage in the 1960’s. After studying at UC Davis, he moved his family to Oregon’s Dundee Hills in 1968. His Pinot Noir grapes flourished in these hills and he broke ground in 1976 on the first winery in the Dundee Hills. Still today, Erath strives to make the classic Oregon Pinot Noir–light, delicate and fruit-forward.
But first, I opened the Erath Oregon Pinot Gris.
The Oregon label is the cornerstone of the winery’s portfolio. This Pinot Gris is cool fermented and sees no oak and no malolactic fermentation. The result is pure Oregon fruit.
THE WINE WOW!
Lovely pear and melon aromas are backed by mineral notes.
The minerality continues on the palate, surrounded by flavors of ripe asian pear, melon and apple. A hint of honey is drizzled in. The finish holds on to those vibrant fruits and continues with a clean, dry ending.
I also opened the Oregon Pinot Noir. Twenty percent is aged in new French oak, just enough to add some complexity, but not too much to overwhelm the delicate fruit.
The Pinot Noir oozes beautiful aromas! Cherry and plum with vanilla and hints of smoke drift from the glass.
The front palate is velvety and holds bing cherry and pomegranate notes with a dusting of cinnamon. Spice and a zing of acidity follow and the finish holds juicy cherry and raspberry, finally ending dry on the palate. All of this is held in a light, elegant body.
These gentle, familiar wines were good companions to my contemplation.
I understood there is nothing I can do to bring back our fallen officers. And there is nothing I can do to bring justice to the man who murdered them. I can only try to find some way to honor these fine men in blue.
And so I sat in the beautiful warm sunlight and contemplated honor.