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July 2025 Newsletter
Table of Contents
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The Summer Market
at Kermit Lynch Wine Merchant by Allyson Noman -
Happy Vines, Happy Wines
12-Bottle Sampler by Dustin Soiseth -
The Allure of the Jura
François Rousset-Martin by Jennifer Oakes - Loire Whites by Madison H. Brown
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Nebbiolo
Two Classics and One New Discovery by Tom Wolf -
Colleleva
Treasures from Le Marche by Anthony Lynch - Reds for the Ice Bucket by Tom Wolf and Meghan Foley
- New Arrivals from Burgundy by Chris Santini
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At Poupon’s Table
A Novel by Kermit Lynch, coming this September
It’s the second year of our Summer Market and we’re ready to bring you more! More food, more music, more new (and familiar!) faces. And what’s m...

It’s the second year of our Summer Market and we’re ready to bring you more! More food, more music, more new (and familiar!) faces. And what’s more—more great wine and great times. We’ve loved this past year of putting on markets and couldn’t keep doing it without our amazing community. So come to our corner and let’s celebrate with a day full of summertime deliciousness and fun. Who could ask for anything more?
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Archaeological evidence suggests that humans have been making wine for over eight millennia, and cultivating grapevines for a few thousand years ...

Archaeological evidence suggests that humans have been making wine for over eight millennia, and cultivating grapevines for a few thousand years prior to that. It’s quite a relationship, and the other day I came across an interesting explanation for this long-term love affair. A winemaker suggested that our affinity for the fruit of the vine stems (pun intended) from the fact that both humans and grapevines like the same spots on earth. If you stand in a vineyard you’ll just naturally feel good, and the vines feel it, too. Setting aside the merits of this particular theory, we take it as an article of faith here at KLWM that a sense of place is an essential component of good wine. Whether it’s a grape that thrives in a singular location—think Arneis grown on the foggy hillsides of the Langhe—or a blend that defines a region, like Grenache-based reds from the rocky vineyards of the southern Rhône, some of our favorite wines are inextricably linked to their places of origin. Jacquère in Savoie, Sangiovese in Tuscany, Dolcetto in Piedmont—all are examples of a vine that really loves a particular spot on planet Earth.
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Amid undulating, green-forested hills, serene crystalline lakes, waterfalls, and caves, you’ll find France’s tiny Jura region tucked between ...

François Rousset-Martin
Amid undulating, green-forested hills, serene crystalline lakes, waterfalls, and caves, you’ll find France’s tiny Jura region tucked between Burgundy and the Swiss border, just seventy miles long from tip to tail. But for the charming limestone-canopied houses dotting the landscape and the hollow clank of cowbells sounding from ever-present bovines, you can easily imagine dinosaurs roaming about the towering ancient glacier-gnashed peaks, lumbering through the land’s diverse soils.
The local limestone outcroppings produce wines that share many stylistic characteristics with those of Burgundy, but with more natural acidity. The marl soils impart power and an exceptional mineral quality. Jura Chardonnay masquerades as if Chablis had been dropped on top of an alpine peak. But the region’s signature white grape is Savagnin, an ancient variety that’s an ancestor to a diverse portfolio of grapes, including Chenin Blanc, Grüner Veltliner, and Sauvignon Blanc.
Within this idyllic setting, the Jura abounds with experimentation. The area is teeming with native yeasts, which local vintners take full advantage of, particularly in sous-voile cuvées, creating remarkably complex and at times eccentric-seeming wines, like some kind of alchemical elixir crafted by benevolent trolls.
Driven by both modern scientific knowledge (having earned his degree in enology in Burgundy) and inherited wisdom (his grandfather kept some private vines to make wine for his family), François Rousset-Martin crafts wines that reflect his deep exploration of the Jura’s terroirs. His work centers on the Château-Chalon area, with a primary focus on Savagnin, which he loves for its aromatic prowess. Additionally, François fashions fresh, mineral-driven Chardonnays and even a Fleurie from Gamay grapes purchased from a good friend and meant to drink with good friends.
François’ Côtes du Jura wines are made mostly in a non-oxidative style, but they often have just a touch of aged quality for added interest. He vinifies by parcel, with minimal sulfur, and bottles unfiltered after extended maturation in barrel. The resulting wines are incredibly complex, unusual, with wondrously extended finishes, and are almost astounding in the enchanting variety of aromas and flavors they manifest—floral and delicate, exotic and savory—what singular wizardry!
Call our shop at (510) 524-1524 to speak with me or one of my colleagues about all our François Rousset-Martin selections.
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Wines in this Collection

2022 Côtes du Jura Chardonnay “Beaumont”
France | Jura
This lushly textured and chalky beauty will make you wonder where your crispy crab cakes are hiding.

2022 Côtes du Jura Savagnin “Cuvée du Professeur—Sous-Roche”
France | Jura
Ultra-fresh, finely stony, and summer-fruited, with an almost curry-spicy nose.

2020 Côtes du Jura Savagnin “Oxymore”
France | Jura
?The aromatic equivalent of a punchy, yeasty Champagne, with a burnt-sugar nuttiness.

2023 Vin de France Gamay “Barbe Fleurie”
France | Jura
Spicy, brambly, soft, and juicy, with a mineral backbone—this and some smoky teriyaki chicken will be friends for life.
I don’t recall what I expected, but I was delighted by what I found: a castle on sprawling grounds, a stone tower overlooking courtyard gardens, ros...

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Wines in this Collection

2024 Val de Loire Sauvignon Blanc “Unique”
France | Loire
Lime blossoms delivered via a lightning bolt of minerally refreshment.

2022 Quincy “Château de Quincy”
France | Loire
Textured, lush, full of aromatic gooseberry and passionfruit—all supported by spiny minerality.

2023 Saumur Mousseux “Bulles de Roche”
France | Loire
This sparkling wine has decadently rich, honeyed fruit and a nice dollop of buttery brioche.
It is impossible not to get excited about the prospect of what this overachieving vignaiolo can do with some of the region’s more venerate...

Cantine Garrone in Alto Piemonte
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Wines in this Collection

2021 Valli Ossolane Nebbiolo Superiore “Prünent Diecibrente”
Italy | Piedmont
Made from vines planted in 1933 and aged the longest of the Garrones’ reds, this is the pinnacle of the family’s world-class Nebbioli.

2022 Barbaresco
Italy | Piedmont
Gentle tannins and mouthwatering red fruit—this is young Barbaresco at its most pleasurable.

2021 Barolo “Serradenari”
Italy | Piedmont
Giulia’s most high-toned wine, offering delicate florals and tart berry fruit with laser-like precision. It is a racy and perfumed Barolo for those who appreciate wines of great finesse.
Le Marche may well be Italy’s most underrated region. Featuring striking landscapes from mountains down to the Adriatic Sea, countless quaint v...

Stefano Antonucci of Colleleva
Le Marche may well be Italy’s most underrated region. Featuring striking landscapes from mountains down to the Adriatic Sea, countless quaint villages largely ignored by tourists, and an irresistible local cuisine, it is a hidden treasure oozing with charm and authenticity. Its wines star grape varieties indigenous to central Italy and come from a diverse range of top-notch terroirs, offering unique character that often comes at incredible value.
Nothing could be truer of the wines of Colleleva, a project founded by banker-turned-winemaker Stefano Antonucci. When Stefano took over his father’s cooperative winery in the late ’80s, he brought the ambition to make the produce of Le Marche known beyond the region’s borders, investing heavily in quality to reach a wide audience by crafting precise wines saturated with local identity, all while remaining reasonably priced. These new arrivals represent his vision realized: delicious bottlings from a little-known corner of Italy, fit for any and every occasion.
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Wines in this Collection

2024 Verdicchio dei Castelli di Jesi
Italy | Le Marche
This low-alcohol, youthful bianco has a subtle, chalky texture you might find in much pricier French Chablis.

2024 Rosso Piceno
Italy | Le Marche
Its dark fruit is boldly mouth-filling, yet smooth and juicy, even crunchy when served with a slight chill.
You should never feel like there are any rules in wine, but there are two Commandments most of us at Kermit Lynch Wine Merchant live by that have sign...
You should never feel like there are any rules in wine, but there are two Commandments most of us at Kermit Lynch Wine Merchant live by that have significantly raised the bar of pleasure over the years. The first is enjoying rosé year-round—not just in these hotter months—and the second is to put a chill on our favorite reds. Doing so heightens a red’s floral side while also rendering its bright fruit notes even more refreshing and vivid. If you are not yet a convert to the notion of red wine with a chill, there is no better place to start than with these three beautiful bottles from France and Italy. —T.W.
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Wines in this Collection

2024 Vin de France Rouge “Raisins Gaulois”
France | Beaujolais
This juicy red—loaded with bright, playful fruit—is low in alcohol and delightfully refreshing.

2023 Valle d’Aosta Fumin
Italy | Valle d’Aosta
Fumin truly is, as Feuillet’s vigneron Maurizio Fiorano puts it, “an age-old pearl of local enology.”

2024 Méditerranée Rouge “Terre d’Ombre”
France | Provence
A vivid purple color, it is akin to fresh-pressed wild berries and perfumed hints of flowers and pepper, without the dense, grippy tannin characteristic of a true Bandol made from older vines.
You may have heard saxophonist King Curtis revealing the recipe for his famous Memphis Soul Stew: a half teacup of bass, a pound of fatback drums, fou...

Tasting in the Guillemot cellar
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Wines in this Collection

2023 Savigny-Lès-Beaune 1er Cru “Aux Serpentières”
France | Burgundy
A classic vintage that’s tart, earthy and generous; it’s beaming with pleasure and would be well worth cellaring, too.

2022 Irancy “La Grande Côte”
France | Burgundy
From a single-vineyard parcel on one of the family’s most primely positioned slopes, this bottling has more depth, concentration, and brambly tannic punch.

2023 Bourgogne Rouge
France | Burgundy
All you need to know is that this wine drinks like a Beaujolais with loads of black, sappy fruit and is ounce per ounce more pleasurable and delicious than anything you’d find in a collector’s stash.
Meet Kendrick Thomas, an easygoing American wine merchant happily residing in Provence. Ever eager to enjoy all the gastronomic pleasures availa...

Meet Kendrick Thomas, an easygoing American wine merchant happily residing in Provence. Ever eager to enjoy all the gastronomic pleasures available in France, he often finds himself on the doorstep of Henri Poupon. Thick of finger and feature, Poupon is as physically untamed and earthy as his skill as a chef is delicate and exquisite.
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A PREVIEW OF CHAPTER ONE
On the first Monday of April 2006, Kendrick Thomas was preparing to leave his home outside Le Caniveau in Provence for a flight to Alsace, in what is nowadays the northeastern corner of France instead of the southwestern corner of Germany. In other words, from France’s Mediterranean bottom to its Teutonic top. He would be on the same day’s late flight back, so there was not much to prepare, other than himself. A morning cup of coffee in hand, with the other he parted strands of his cork mosquito curtain and stepped out from the kitchen onto the terrace. As the sun rose in the east, a vast, profusely blue sky deepened overhead, cloudless, unless you counted the three vapor trails from planes evidently heading south to Africa. During his many departures—business trips mostly—there was always at least a glimmer of anticipation and adventure edged with some regret at leaving his country home and hearth. He had no inkling of the trap set for this outing.
In fact, he was thinking about Alsace’s heroic gastronomic concoction, choucroute garnie, which to Kendrick’s way of thinking is to cuisine what Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony is to music. Storm the barricades, shake your fist at indigestion, let loose thunderous timpani and stentorian brass. What other meal delivered such culinary bombast? Well, cassoulet? Peut être.
Choucroute is French for “sauerkraut,” originally a German word, but if you were born Alsatian, you had a third language and a third word for it: sürkrüt. Kendrick could only guess at its pronunciation—those four floating dots stumped him and mangled his tongue. Two umlauts in one short word? He told himself to remember to ask about it during his tasting with Martin Dreissen, a native Alsatian vintner, simply for curiosity’s sake.
Unless he was victim of a traffic jam, Kendrick’s French home was an hour’s drive from the Marseille-Provence airport, and from there what might look like a short hop to Alsace on Air France. But no, there was more to it than that. Kendrick was used to the ever-present airport parking mess, the security lines five years after the fall of the Twin Towers, then he would have a one hour fifteen-minute flight to the Mulhouse-Basel airport (one foot in Switzerland, the other in France), rent a car, then a forty-minute drive to his destination just outside Bergheim.
He’d reserved a window seat on an early morning flight, fourth row, and as he scooted into it, he wondered when was the last time the fake leather upholstery had enjoyed a good cleaning. Tattered in one spot, blotchy . . . Someone had stuck tape on a tear to act as a bandage. He hoped the aircraft’s maintenance crew was more diligent than the cabin cleaners.
Oh well. His mind returned to contemplating the sumptuous choucroute garnie, one of France’s favorite gastronomic triumphs. Choucroute garnie equals garnished sauerkraut. Once upon a time, cabbage was fermented in order to render it more digestible, less acidic, its flavors deeper and more delicious. It was adorned with multiple kinds of sausages and cuts of pork, like smoked ham. He’d once dated an Alsatian medical student and had asked her if her family might have their own recipe for the traditional choucroute garnie. She showed up with eleven single-spaced typewritten pages that detailed instructions for making four kinds of sausage from scratch, and three cuts of pork, all of which garnished the fermented cabbage. Nowadays it has become almost impossible to find such a traditional choucroute garnie. Even in the heart of Alsace, the dish is often nothing more than Boiled Weenie on Canned Cabbage, and such a naked example of culinary collapse pained Kendrick. The story was, however, no different from the story of bouillabaisse in Provence, which in today’s Marseille can mean nothing more than a hunk of thawed-out fish floating in canned fish stock. He mourned when he read that 80 percent of restaurants in France no longer even cook: They simply defrost, microwave, or open a can. Why did it matter so much? Because more than anything, Kendrick valued beauty, and during his lifetime so far, he feared the world contained less and less of it.
On his earliest wine buying trip to Alsace, he had tasted in the ancient wine cellars of Jean-Luc Meyer in Eguisheim, near Colmar. Meyer was a middle-aged man with admirable posture. He wore a tasteful gray suit and forest green tie. Office wear. Not what vignerons wear outdoors working their vines. His calm eyes never left Kendrick’s, which was not at all unnerving. He poured tastes of over thirty different wines, then afterward, instead of sending the young American novice away with a price list and a handshake, Meyer asked if he had plans for lunch. “Today we are celebrating my family’s two hundred and fiftieth year in the wine business,” he said. “There will be plenty of choucroute garnie for lunch in our next-door cellar, and one chair has turned up empty, if you care to fill it.” Kendrick thanked his lucky tastevin and accepted. The extravagant lunch was prepared by a chef from the nearby three-star restaurant, l’Auberge de Lille, and when Kendrick stepped inside, he recognized that he would be at a table—a massive, dark, carved wooden table—with a roster of food and wine royalty. He noticed the tallest man first and for a moment thought he was dining with Charles de Gaulle, then realized it was Paul Bocuse without his white chef’s toque. Then his eyes landed on Alain Chapel and André Pic. He counted twenty-nine at table, so he was the thirtieth. After foie gras on toast with Champagne, Meyer invited everyone to take their seats, clapped his hands three times, and all turned to watch as arched double doors—broad enough to accommodate the giant Alsatian wine casks as they entered or left the cellar—swung wide open. First to enter, two grinning, rosy-cheeked, pigtailed young blonde girls walking side by side and dressed in bridesmaid white, then two teenage boys wearing lederhosen and T-shirts emblazoned with the number two hundred fifty. The youngsters’ task was to drag into the dining room an antique wooden wagon heaped high with an immense tangle of steaming sauerkraut that appeared to be writhing in ecstasy, adorned with glistening roasted sausages, pink hunks of ham, and various other cuts of pork. A sensational gastronomic entrance. Then came green bowls of boiled potatoes and blue bowls of creamy yellow mustard. The aromatic complex included juniper berry and clove.
With such a feast, Kendrick had expected a famous old vintage to be served, probably a Riesling from a notable vineyard, and he wondered how dry or sweet a wine Meyer would select to best accompany the monumental wagonload of choucroute. He was amazed when pitchers of a young, light yellowish white wine appeared.
Once everyone had a glass of it at hand, Jean Meyer raised his. “We have an American wine merchant with us,” he announced, “who might never before have encountered an Alsatian Edelzwicker.” He looked at Kendrick. “Monsieur Thomas, edel in German means ‘noble’ in English, and zwicker means ‘blend.’ Yesterday I blended this from noble grape varieties specifically to accompany this choucroute garnie on this very special occasion. Here’s to my predecessors, to my branch of the Meyer family tree, two and one half centuries in the vineyards and in this very same cellar.” With that, all raised their glasses toward the huge-beamed ceiling before downing a sip.
How noble was it of Monsieur Meyer extending an invitation to a green young wine merchant far from home whose French was perhaps a trifle ignoble? No problem. Kendrick found himself seated between a handsomely attired and groomed member of the Krug family from Champagne and a casually dressed, bearded tonnelier who produced wine casks—both spoke English.
Now, many visits to Alsace later, he periodically put his Herald Tribune aside to look down at the landscape and try to figure out where he was. Much of his flight followed the vast, methodical Rhône River. He recognized Arles, and north of Arles the vineyards of Tavel, where only rosé wines are produced. Then came the stony plateau where the grapes of Châteauneuf-du-Pape produced bold reds with a chewy texture. He recognized the rocky serrations of the Dentelles de Montmirail near Gigondas, where the grenache grape thrives. A few minutes later the large, boring city of Valence came into view, followed by the vine-covered massif known as l’Hermitage—Kendrick could not help but think of those down below who toiled to care for the vines (all Syrah grapes for the reds, by the way) and transform the grapes into wine. Might there be a winemaker as yet undiscovered who had the savvy to realize the site’s legendary potential? Bottles of Hermitage are hard to come by—there are only 345 acres of vines producing wines there. Finding great bottles of it, well, that fit Kendrick’s job description, because he was an importer of fine, artisanal wines.
If you happened to be on the same aircraft, in row three directly in front of him, you might have scarcely been aware of Kendrick’s foot against the bottom of your seat, tapping to music only he could hear. It was nothing obnoxious, merely a musical tic. And Kendrick himself was not conscious of it, but he was tapping time to an ancient song that went back centuries titled “Banks of the Ohio” in its contemporary version. He had listened to it the previous evening, comparing different renditions recorded by various artists, and in his head he was reliving one beautiful collaboration sung by Doc Watson accompanied by the great Bill Monroe on mandolin. And if you’d turned in your seat and looked for the source of the gentle 4/4 rhythm, you’d have seen Kendrick Thomas on his way to work. While in his earliest youth, Kendrick’s hair was considered blonde; by the age of five it had turned sandy; and by the time of this flight north, entering his late forties, Mother Nature had blended some salt and pepper into the sand. His beard was similarly colored but also showed a subtle reddish tint in the sunlight.
As a rule, Kendrick dressed casual. All the time. No matter what.
Snack of the Summer
Panisses & Rosé Collection
If I say “panisse,” the first thing that likely pops into your head is Alice Waters’ beloved restaurant, Chez Panisse, about a thirty-minute walk from our shop in Berkeley. If you dig a little deeper, though, you’ll discover the name of her restaurant was originally inspired by the character Panisse, the sailmaker in Marcel Pagnol’s Marseille Trilogy, whose name was in turn no doubt inspired by Marseille’s—and possibly France’s—most delicious fried snack…
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The Summer Market
at Kermit Lynch Wine Merchant
by Allyson Noman
We’re hosting the second year of our Summer Market on Saturday, July 19, and we’re ready to bring you more! More food, more music, more new (and familiar!) faces. And what’s more—more great wine and great times. We’ve loved this past year of putting on markets and couldn’t keep doing it without our amazing community. So come to our corner and let’s celebrate with a day full of summertime deliciousness and fun…
Happy Vines, Happy Wines
12-Bottle Sampler
by Dustin Soiseth
Archaeological evidence suggests that humans have been making wine for over eight millennia, and cultivating grapevines for a few thousand years prior to that. It’s quite a relationship, and the other day I came across an interesting explanation for this long-term love affair…
The Allure of the Jura
François Rousset-Martin
by Jennifer Oakes
Amid undulating, green-forested hills, serene crystalline lakes, waterfalls, and caves, you’ll find France’s tiny Jura region tucked between Burgundy and the Swiss border, just seventy miles long from tip to tail…
2022 Côtes du Jura Chardonnay “Beaumont” • François Rousset-Martin 2022 Côtes du Jura Savagnin “Cuvée du Professeur—Sous-Roche” • François Rousset-Martin 2020 Côtes du Jura Savagnin “Oxymore” • François Rousset-Martin 2023 Vin de France Gamay “Barbe Fleurie” • François Rousset-Martin
Loire Whites
by Madison H. Brown
I don’t recall what I expected, but I was delighted by what I found: a castle on sprawling grounds, a stone tower overlooking courtyard gardens, roses vining up the walls…It was perhaps our most idyllic, fairy-tale-like stop along the Loire wine route…
2024 Val de Loire Sauvignon Blanc “Unique” • Domaine du Salvard 2022 Quincy “Château de Quincy” • Domaine Trotereau 2023 Saumur Mousseux “Bulles de Roche” • Thierry Germain
Nebbiolo
Two Classics and One New Discovery
by Tom Wolf
It is impossible not to get excited about the prospect of what this overachieving vignaiolo can do with some of the region’s more venerated vineyard land in Barbaresco. It’s like watching what kind of magic the person who makes your favorite burger will do with a dry-aged Wagyu ribeye…
2021 Valli Ossolane Nebbiolo Superiore “Prünent Diecibrente” • Cantine Garrone 2022 Barbaresco • Tintero 2021 Barolo “Serradenari” • Giulia Negri
Colleleva
Treasures from Le Marche
by Anthony Lynch
Le Marche may well be Italy’s most underrated region. Featuring striking landscapes from mountains down to the Adriatic Sea, countless quaint villages largely ignored by tourists, and an irresistible local cuisine, it is a hidden treasure oozing with charm and authenticity. Its wines star grape varieties indigenous to central Italy and come from a diverse range of top-notch terroirs, offering unique character that often comes at incredible value.
Nothing could be truer of the wines of Colleleva, a project founded by banker-turned-winemaker Stefano Antonucci…
2024 Verdicchio dei Castelli di Jesi • Colleleva 2024 Rosso Piceno • Colleleva
Reds for the Ice Bucket
by Tom Wolf and Meghan Foley
Putting a chill on our favorite reds heightens the wine’s floral side while also rendering its bright fruit notes even more refreshing and vivid. If you are not yet a convert to the notion of red wine with a chill, there is no better place to start than with these three beautiful bottles from France and Italy…
2024 Vin de France Rouge “Raisins Gaulois” • M. & C. Lapierre 2023 Valle d’Aosta Fumin • Château Feuillet 2024 Méditerranée Rouge “Terre d’Ombre” • Domaine de Terrebrune
New Arrivals from Burgundy
by Chris Santini
You may have heard saxophonist King Curtis revealing the recipe for his famous Memphis Soul Stew: a half teacup of bass, a pound of fatback drums, four tablespoons of boiling Memphis guitars, a pinch of organ, and half a pint of horn. Simple, right? Well, for an equally satisfying blend of soul…
2023 Savigny-Lès-Beaune 1er Cru “Aux Serpentières” • Domaine Pierre Guillemot 2022 Irancy “La Grande Côte” • Benoît Cantin 2023 Bourgogne Rouge • Domaine de la Cadette
At Poupon’s Table
A Novel by Kermit Lynch, coming this September
On the first Monday of April 2006, Kendrick Thomas was preparing to leave his home outside Le Caniveau in Provence for a flight to Alsace, in what is nowadays the northeastern corner of France instead of the southwestern corner of Germany. In other words, from France’s Mediterranean bottom to its Teutonic top. He would be on the same day’s late flight back, so there was not much to prepare, other than himself. A morning cup of coffee in hand, with the other he parted strands of his cork mosquito curtain and stepped out from the kitchen onto the terrace. As the sun rose in the east, a vast, profusely blue sky deepened overhead, cloudless, unless you counted the three vapor trails from planes evidently heading south to Africa. During his many departures—business trips mostly—there was always at least a glimmer of anticipation and adventure…
Vintage Chart Mentality

Vintage Chart Mentality
Trust the great winemakers, trust the great vineyards. Your wine merchant might even be trustworthy. In the long run, that vintage strip may be the least important guide to quality on your bottle of wine.—Kermit Lynch