Under the Strawberry Moon
a cosmic kind of wine
For the first time in 70 years the other night, the full moon fell on the same day as the summer solstice and I spent the longest day of the year riding bikes, eating Vietnamese food in the back of a 1968 Ford F100, drinking this perfect strawberry-colored and completely magical wine, with one of the greatest humans on the planet. Or under the sun, you could say, which happened to be sitting motionless at its northernmost point, waiting patiently still at the tropic of cancer, before switching directions.
And all of this beneath a lunar miracle. I'd call it a win in all directions.
To be honest, cruising through the wide open streets on a Monday night, smelling the night smells and eating dinner under the giant fruit pie in the sky, we didn't even know that it was a special stellar happening, except that it just was.
Then my mom texted me (she's better than the NPR app for news updates and happenings and I've just been informed it's now shark week), and her message said mysteriously: it's a strawberry moon tonight. I asked her what that meant, and she replied with the brevity of someone in bed not interested in texting. So I googled it. I liked what I read more than I had for blue moons and super moons. I wanted to name a song or an ice cream flavor after it. Something about strawberry moon lured the tides of my heartstrings and then I couldn't stop staring at it, feeling its pull and thinking about outer space and heavenly bodies.
Before I get too sentimental on you (too late?), I'll cut to the chase: This gem is rare as the Strawberry Moon. And just as delicious. Also, you can't get this wine ANYWHERE else. I know I say things are limited often (always true). But in this case, I was lucky enough to get nearly the entire allocation - me! And I'm sharing it with you. You don't hoard good music, delicious cookies, funny jokes, or the rarest wines all to yourself, it's not right. I wish I could see your eyes light up at first sip of this, because I do believe this is the best pét-nat that exists, under any moon that has ever risen.
Get your lips on this treat, it's as fleeting as the last light of a long summer day, and honestly, it's just as moving.
(I know - I've been on a BØRNS kick lately, but the sentiment of this song is just perfect). What did you expect, some cliche Fly Me To The Moon bit? I'm not some show pony, let's get real.
WINE: Les Capriades Pétillant-Naturel, Rosé Piège à Filles, Loire Valley France 2015 (Piége å Filles translates to "girl trap" literally, and figuratively, wait for it: PANTY DROPPER! No joke).
GRAPE: Mostly Gamay, with sprinkles each of Grolleau, Cab Franc, and Cot - all farmed organically.
HOMETOWN: Loire Valley, France, from master winemaker, Pascal Potaire.
TASTES LIKE: past lives, simple beauty, the color of the sky after dusk and before dark, the first bite of a ripe strawberry with a hint of the earth that the vine emerged from; as gentle and temporary as linen in the breeze and lace lingerie. Sorry I'm just feeling very romantic about this one.
GOES DOWN EASY WITH: there is no wrong answer to this - you can drink it with anything. Or nothing. This wine special enough to be the centerpiece, and subtle enough to welcome any type of gustatory delight; especially friendly with southeast Asian flavors, BBQ, and lunchy foods. Don't be fooled though, this single wine can carry you through the whole night and the whole meal, the whole game of Cards Against Humanity.
IF YOU LIKE: We've been down this road before. The last time I offered up Les Capriades (the Chenin Blanc) you thirsty pups snapped it all up in 20 min - none left for me! And good on ya. THIS ONE IS BETTER. If you liked the Bugey-Cerdon (the panty dropper juice), imagine an even more refined and delicate bird of the same feather. And then get it, so you're not stuck just imagining.
TELL YOUR FRIENDS: You scored a wine made by THE master that no one else can buy. And you're pouring it for who?! Choose carefully. This one won't come around again till next vintage and it's never the same twice; similarly, the Strawberry Moon won't overlap with summer solstice again until 2062, so you could say this is a once-in-a-lifetime kind of thing on all accounts.
can't stop staring:
*check out the recent words I threw down for VICE Munchies on the merits of Thai food and wine - together - Capriades is a pick, get some in your glass!