Last Domaine de la Pepiere Muscadet Moment in Paris

It happens; the wrinkle in the brain, the wrinkle in the heart, the moment when I question my life connections. Even though I have spent almost two decades being pulled into a fermenting vortex there are those moments when I wonder if I bored with wine. And so it was on this last trip, I often did wonder. Austria was stormy. Weather continued into Paris. On my last afternoon, after a exhibition on war time fashion at the Musee de la Resistance, I picked up my dense loaf of pain seigle from Poilane. I purchased cheese from ABM to munch when I arrived in New York City. On the Rue Dufour, the last cloud over the city dumped a reservoir of rain on me. Then as if apologizing, that same sprite flipped the switch on the sun. My feet suddenly dry, my hair properly frizzed out, and I was spit out like Jonah, right in the mouth of Fish, the wine bistro on Rue de Seine. Sitting at the bar. I ordered a salad to fortify me for the flight home. Knowing I would be drink challenged on that flight, I chose my wine. When I saw the 2008 muscadet, Marc Olivier's, Domaine Pepiere