It’s our very first guest blog. None other than my momma! She and my dad visited the store yesterday and she had a “Hello Lover” moment on the wine wall. And she had it for the only non-California Chardonnay she’s ever had and liked. So, with no further ado…Blange.
“You know how hearing a song can jog a long forgotten memory? Or maybe a certain smell can suddenly make you remember your grandmother’s kitchen – well I discovered yesterday that the same thing is true with a label on a bottle of wine.
It was probably ten years ago in Tuscany. We were driving from Rome to a Tuscan villa boutique hotel where we (me, my husband, and another couple) were spending a few days. We were certain that we would be able to find a great spot for lunch along the way. This did not happen. And we got lost. By the time we finally reached our destination- way beyond lunchtime – hot, starving, thirsty and frustrated – we were more than ready to unwind. We were greeted by the hotel manager who immediately made us feel like we were most honored guests in her own home. Tired? Come rest. Hungry? Give us ten minutes to conjure up the perfect repast. Thirsty? A bottle of wine is on the way. We were guided to a table under a grape arbor. A lovely breeze cooled us as we took in the long, long breathtaking view of the Tuscan hills. Ahhhhh! Out came a bottle of Blange, chilled to perfection, light, refreshing, Italian. We were in heaven. It was a meal to remember, satisfying in every way, and a moment in time that I will never forget.
Walking down the long row of wine bottles at The Urban Grape yesterday afternoon, I stopped short. There right in front of me was that memorable bottle of wine: Blange. The bottle itself speaks of summer meals. The glass is clear revealing the pale honey color of the wine within. The label on the bottle is stark white with gold lettering. The most wonderful memory came flooding back to me of that fabulous lunch in the heart of Tuscany. I proceeded to buy a case of Blange: nectar of the gods, light and airy, flowery and perfection for lunches on warm summer afternoons or summer dinners on screen porches. I can’t wait to open my first bottle. Perhaps tonight. It has been a warm summer day on Martha’s Vineyard.”
[My parents have told us this story so many times in the past ten years that I almost feel the same memory when we drink this wine. And now you can too!]