... and their temple is Tuebingen!
On 12th November 2011 the Nauck family set out on their pilgrimage to Germany for the visit of the Weinmarkt Mattheis' wine fair (in German). This trip is now marking the starting point of a family tradition - yes, two visits are enough to call it a traditional event - and plans are already in progress for 2012.
Last year we travelled to show our support for a mad and daring friend who after a life of work in the IT business bought the Weinmarkt Mattheis starting an endeavour others only dream of. Back then we were taught a lesson or two: a lesson about wine, and a lesson about how not to travel to such an event.
Regarding the travel, please compare the pictures of our bounty
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2010 we had one suitcase for two people and in 2011 we travelled with two suitcases: one for the people and one for the wine. For the first time I checked in an empty suitcase... oh well, not really empty, it was full of bubble wrap.
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... and we still missed out on one wine we really liked. Only solution: We need bigger suitcases!
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We tried a few similar ones and it was all nice and well, but we had found our 'easy going' wine and decided to make it the basis of our shopping spree. By that time we were rather tipsy! Oh that lovely food to keep people going. Again, they had varieties of bread, sausage, bacon and Parmesan cheese at the stalls. In the food court they were serving typically Swabian dishes from soups to sausages and tarts. That should help to clear the head and the pallet...
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We needed one more present, though!
Mother-in-law is very much francophil, hence we needed a French wine. Oh my, I don't like French wine. Whenever I had those they tasted like vinegar. Next lesson learnt: either drink it in the country of origin or use wine tastings, but don't just buy supermarket.
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See, at that point it really appeared to us that we need more training and that hece next years event is mandatory: we were tipsy again and had to eat more with the result of a very stuffed feeling. We could not allow letting our lovely hosts down, a brisk walk was in order and the next range of wines could be tackled: Whites.
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Again I learned a little lesson. The stories people make up to describe a wine make sense in a way. Although we laymen may not get what the experts are talking about it makes sense for me to make up my own stories.The little szenarios I build around each of them hopefully will help me to remember a particular wine in the future. Well, I know that there is a name on the bottle, but honestly: Who comes up with those? and then I still can't remember what's in the bottle.
Not enough, though! Our host demanded an opinion! There was another Primitivo, almost the same price, different area and again: Oh boy! Same grape soooo different, fruitier, less Christmas pudding more Black Forest Gateau...dunno... I guess we just will indulge in both of them when the time is ripe. This last one has a sweet brother, the Primitivo di Manduria Chicca. Oh, this one definitely is mama's boy. Unfortunately the suitcase was full and mama will have to wait another year to be able to take it to her heart.
This lack of space was caused however due to another quest: Where would one be able to taste Whiskeys? We already had three different bottles at home and the fate of each of those lies in being mixed with coke.
We wanted Whiskey that rolls nicely over the tongue and leaves a nice and warm taste. Ten open bottles in front of us, two recommendations from Juergen and as usual they were spot on and as usual we couldn't decide. Detlef likes mine as well, but there was a very strong and smokey one which grew on him, so we had to take them both.
That should last us a while and next year is another year. New wine and loads of new ideas for the wine shop as well. Juergen is planning for tasting stations and a colour scheme to help customers to choose the right wine for their dishes. Wine demystified!
And here is a toast to a mysteriously misty November weekend and a cosy Christmas time: ... hic!
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