The other night, my two daughters arrived home with a lovely apple tart. They had been visiting an aunt of mine who is a wonderful cook. So after dinner, I cut myself a slice and took a big bite. Delicious. A lovely contrast of sweet and sour apples, beautiful pastry. Lashing of flavour. No need for cream or ice cream. My mind immediately flashed back 30 years to my Grandmother’s house. Clear as day. I could see myself in her kitchen in the Western Road. She passed the recipe to my aunt (and my mother too) and it has remained unchanged all this time. Why change perfection.
I get that sometimes with wine. I find it happens especially when I have been to visit the winery and when I have got to know the people. Each time I have a glass of the Quinta Do Judeu wines, I think of the wonderful Douro Valley and of Andre and his lovely family and the welcome you always receive in their home. Or if I drink one of Pat Neville’s wines, I think of the wonderful summers day our family spent in Corbieres, visiting his remote vineyards, tasting wines, picking vegetables in his garden and endless stories of wine and travel and Wexford.
The wines I like the best have a sense of place and remind me of the people who make them. They have a quality, a character and a distinctiveness. I like that about wine.