| SHUT UP AND LISTEN - Finding the terror in German terroir | | | | By: Jennifer Rosen | << back  Page 2 of 2 |
To really get terroir, I ramble through town, marveling at street signs—Klosterfahrt! Schafftlicher! I stutter the language, buy scary food in the grocery store and browse real-estate ads taped in a window. Later, back home, I will taste it all in the wine.
But suppose you don’t go there? Is terroir nothing but your neighbors’ vacation slides—a big zero if you weren’t on the trip? Not necessarily. I mean, when you talk to Vinnie from The Bronx, do you need to know which kid he shook down in junior high and which doctor sewed up his knuckles? Terroir comes through loud and clear if you listen.
Great German wines sing of crushed slate and crisp apples, in the river-clear voice of the Lorelei. Their layers of flavor unfold with Teutonic precision. No other wines on the planet talk quite like that.
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