christening the warm months of summer

i just moved into a room a floor above the one i had been in for about two weeks. the two are similar, to a degree -- well, not really. one was windowless, with japanese paper wall-esque doors meeting at one of the room's four corners; the newer one is lofted above the kitchen and bathroom with a small wooden column bearing the weight of the area not supported by the shared floor/ceilings of the rooms below. it's got two cute windows that swoop out into the living room's sky (with 15-foot ceilings, it's not as much an exagerration as one may otherwise think.) i'm thinking of crafting little cardboard mini-patios and 'wrought iron' balconies in the vein of a venetian apartment over the water, but that might be a little silly. my head's in the right place, though.

so what i'm getting at is that it's hot. oh, that's right: that was the common thread between the japanese box and the venetian loft -- it's quite uncomfortably warm. moreover, new york city is a real doozy in terms of temperature. i love this place to death, and i dare not say "but it's too..." -- all i'm saying is i need to get a fan or one of those pseudo air conditioners.

until then, i have Terres Dorées FRV 100 Sparkling Gamay de Jean Paul Brun 2005. you know when you're standing on the F platform at the 6th ave. station and it's so hot that even those stagnant pools of heavens-only-knows on the tracks look good enough to splash across your face? or you're on a rooftop, thinking "this would only be better if.." (i guess that's a more pleasant scenerio.) the FRV is precisely what one would need. it may just well be my definitive summer wine, period.

the wine first came into the wine shop i work at (more on that later) about a week ago, and it's selling rather quickly. and just last night, we had quite a successful tasting featuring this bottle and one red and one white wine (more on the tastings later as well).

here's the rundown: it's a sparking wine -- 100% gamay, made organically, and tastes like a mix between champagne and a nice beaujolais (sound summery enough yet?) winemaker Jean Paul Brun takes a pretty interesting approach in making this wine: first off, it's only 7% alcohol per volume, the product of not adding sugar after an intial fermentation. Brun has said that beaujolais is best at such a level, also noting that it makes this a virtually "headache-free" wine -- we all need one of those time and time again.

you're about midway throught this ramble-fest, so here's a fun little anecdote: the wine is called "FRV 100" because when f-r-v-one hundred are spoken in french, it's eff arr vay sont -- or, stateside, effervescent. and that's exactly what this wine is: Richard Simmons in a bottle (come on, did you see how shiny the label is?!), wearing a beret with a cherry lollipop in tote. um, moving on...

interestingly, Brun employs a lesser-used technique known as "méthode ancestrale", or the rural method, in making this wine. essentially, fermentation is slowed or halted and the must (freshly crushed grapes sitting in large tanks) is sometimes chilled. afterwards, the process of fermentation process is restarted as the must is bottled and sometimes warmed. a result of this alternative take on fermentation is carbon dioxide, creating those lovely bubbles, a certain lightness on the palate, and that wonderful POP of the cork!

i first enjoyed this wine with my friend teressa over dinner at tai thai (1st st. & 1st ave.) i had two appetizers: the todmun pla ['thai fried fish cake served with sweet chili sauce'] and the ka ree puff ['thai pastry puff with minced chicken marinated with cumin & deep fried'] -- i can't recall what she had, but it was a.) good and b.) good with the wine. that's one thing i love about sparkling wines and lighter reds -- they're equally suited to with chocolates as they are to play off of spicy dishes.

the wine: what made the FRV particularly nice was its refreshing quality. i immediately thought of cherries and an interesting (yet light) touch of honey. it's rather sweet, and has an impressive finish for being in a genre of light, fizzy wines that typically fizzle out on the finish. i could have easily drank another bottle, but being given the opportunity, i would more likely hide it away for another perfect opportunity, which, with this wine, is essentially anytime (though i was truly disappointed when a girl who stopped into the shop to buy a bottle for the next morning's mimosas -- to think of all of the flavor finish she wasted by masking it with some o.j.!)

this is Jean Paul Brun's second vintage of the wine. it was apparently received in its native france last year and, if i have any say (and if america is smart), all 4,000 or so cases that were oh-so-smartly placed on our shores will be enjoyed appropriately, be it over spicy thai or, in a decidedly 'summer in the city' kind of way, with some watermelon on a rooftop that's catches a whole lot of sun.

now if you'd excuse me, the roof calls.

uncorked.

hello all,

this is the first post in a blog that i actually plan to keep up on. thus, you are witnessing history.

if you are ready this, you're either scouring the archives of something you happened upon that is now massively famous or, more likely, you're an acquaintance of mine who feels somewhat obligated to acknowledge my shameless pleas for you to PAY ATTENTION! PAY ATTENTION!

anywhom, i'll do the generic introduction thing. my name is tyler, i am a twenty year old resident of brooklyn, new york, and i'm not so fond of capital letters. that's all you need to know for now.

okay, fine. know a few other things -- bits of information that will be essential to your keeping up with my blog and, subsequently, me. (when we bump into one another in the book store, i'll expect that you quote no fewer than two of the entries of the past five days. okay, not really -- unless you're deborah saslaw, in which case there will be a quiz on friday.) yet i digress...

so back to 'the things.' i've become increasingly interested in wine over the past year or so, less in the chateau diana/monsieur shaw sense and moreso along the lines of authentically wanting to immerse myself in the expansive, wonderful world of wine (though charles shaw a. has a place in everyone's hearts and b. makes i'll call a "potable" sauvignon blanc, though not much more. it's just so interesting to me that wine can be explored on so many levels. that's part of its beauty, really -- while one person can casually enjoy a glass here and there, someone else may devote their career (let alone their lives!) to a bunch (!) of fermented grape juice. i've read a few books (a few of which i may sound off on, namedrop, or lend you if you ask!), toured a couple of wineries, worked in a cute little wine shop, and, most importantly, drank a bottle of wine or two. with this blog, i hope that i can trace my progress as well as be able to create my own little cellar, recording what i love, what i loathe, and everything in between. i want to roll my palate out like a giant blueprint on a table and make an earnest effort to map out my tastes in wine. plus, i can have a travel-friendly christmas list! that's right, you can reference this site so as to find out about the small-production bordeauxs, expensive riojas, and others gems i either can't afford or feel wrong in buying more than seven separate times! no, but seriously, i hope that you all can learn from this, too -- on any level. love giving out suggestions, would love to talk and learn alongside others, and certainly wouldn't mind sharing a bottle or two!

in true tyler character, the focus of this little thing we've got here is sure to wander somewhat. and i think that's good -- who (besides me and wine nerds double my age) wants to read about wine day in, day out (at least without truly enjoying it!)? consequently, i might throw other little anecdotes in now and again -- i'm a big design enthusiast with a particular weakness for furniture design, an avid photographer, a music/film/art lover, and, frankly, someone utterly in awe of the giant city and all of its inhabitants and other offerings. and obviously, food is deeply intertwined with the subject. i can't wait to talk about my favorite restaurants or, the large list of places i want to eat at. just let me know when, like right now, i start talking too much.

especially when it's 3,500 words on cheap champagnes or in regard to the injustice the modern coffee table serves the average vin zealot. (both of which i'll get to, in case you got worried.)

armed with but a corkscrew, a fake i.d., and (hopefully) a handful of choice folk, i look towards the wine soaked horizon with the inkling that this is the beginning of something beautiful (or, if nothing else, just a long, strange trip.) either way, here's to it!

best,
t.