Airports aren’t normally my favourite wine merchants, but I’ve found myself spending a little too much time in them lately, and they’re boring. Very boring.
Shopping eases some of that boredom. I picked up a bottle of H. Sichel Sohne Beerenauslese 2001. I suspect I paid too much for it, but it killed plenty of time as they hermetically sealed it ‘for security reasons’. That made little sense to me, I doubt sweet German wine bottles are the easiest place to conceal explosives, and if I’d wanted to cause mayhem, smashing the bottle would seem an obvious way to start.
At 9% alcohol it’s light enough for an afternoon drink, so that’s what we did on a snowy afternoon in Detroit.
It’s a pale golden colour, and it had a light nose, smelling slightly floral with honey and orange blossom. It’s sweet, but not overwhelmingly so. There’s just enough acid to keep it balanced. It tastes honied, with pineapple and passion fruit and plenty of marmalade. The flavour lasts well, just long enough to stop me taking another sip too quickly.
A bottle went down steadily between three of us over a course of an afternoon whilst I read John Irving’s ‘Widow For One Year’. I felt content, what more can you ask from a bottle of wine?