Last weekend was my first visit to the Oregon wine country. It was spectacular in every way–the rolling hills, the sun that eventually came out, the beautiful rows of vines for as far as the eye could see, clusters of small buildings and houses, forest, and lots of lavender. Oregon is known for it’s pinot noir because of it’s slightly chillier climate than the Napa Valley. We were able to tour some of the vineyards and sample some of their delicious wines. They ranged from the very good to the very bad. I am a novice when it comes to wine and it is something I’ve been interested in for a long time.

Growing up, my best friend Kiija and I would sample concord grapes from her parents vine in her yard. We imagined them turning into wine and I think we even tried to make our own once from our eight year old imaginations (mainly smashing up a bunch of grapes to smithereens and then letting it sit–it got thrown out pretty quickly). Remembering the taste of those grapes compared to the delicate flavors of the different grapes I tasted from these vineyards, as well as ones we get normally from a grocery store, was really interesting. The skins are much thicker and there are seeds. The grape itself is much smaller, but dense in flavor. When you bite into one, it bursts in your mouth, varying in flavors, but not so much in texture. I could see the connection between a really amazing grape and a very good wine–and could imagine the vintner’s passion when it comes to having a good year–how exciting!

When the sommelier is telling you about the notes, hints, and flavors that happen in a glass of wine–I try to listen to what he/she is saying. But inevitably, it comes down to closing my eyes and hearing what my tongue and nose are telling me. Sometimes the flavors–or even the feeling of a wine–are indescribable for me. At least for now .

Salude!