It was 11 am when Jean Philippe appeared at the door of La Terre d’Or. I was having a cup of coffee and looking at the gorgeous view of Beaune while Mikhail Pletnev was playing Scarlatti. I took one last sip, grabbed my coat and walked to the taxi. “How was your evening at Sushi Kai?” asked Jean Philippe. It was not one of those insincere small talks we have every day. He was simply curious. He is one of the most candid taxi drivers I’ve ever met I thought. I’ve learned that he works very intense during the season and travels to south when Burgundy is covered under snow. He speaks fluent English, which he had learned with his clients over the years. He told stories about the villages of Burgundy while we were driving towards Nuit-Saint Georges.
I’ve written an essay about malolactic fermentation as my first MW assignment. I wanted to share a simple and shorter version of it for those who are interested:
So, let’s start with the definition of Malolactic Fermentation (MLF)!
“Have you ever been to New Zealand?” asked several wine producers one after another at Vinum Tasting in Zurich. When I told them that I had never had the chance to visit this astonishing green country, one of them joked that I was only thirteen films away from New Zealand. When you count the distance with films it sounds a lot closer 🙂 Fortunately, the fresh air of New Zealand spread into the tasting room at Metropol Restaurant through many great examples of Sauvignon Blanc, Pinot Noir, Chardonnay, Riesling, Merlot and Syrah.
Weingut Johannes Trapl 2014 Grüner Veltliner Karpatenschiefer
Grape: 100% Grüner Veltliner
Alcohol: 12.5 % vol
Region: Carnuntum, Austria
Tasting Notes: The wine has medium golden color and exhibits notes of apples, citrus and hints of honey. On the palate, it is dry, (very) yeasty and mineral with flavors of stone fruits and white pepper. With its high acidity, the wine is vibrant with a medium fresh finish.
“Ada! Please, come with me,” said Pınar to her daughter. Ada was laughing and running around in the garden. “We are on an island where kids are free to be happy”, I thought. We were having a rich breakfast with fresh tomatoes and homemade jams at Akarsu Kalyopi, a family-owned hostel in the center of Bozcaada. Ada (meaning island!) also lives there, with her parents and her grandma Seher, who has been running the hostel for more than forty years now. (Instagram: Kalyopi Bozcaada)