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I’m happy to report that Je Suis Wine was feeling the love (the drunken, drunken love) at the SF Vintners Market this weekend. We received tons of praise for our gorgeous labels, sweet name, and adorable little business cards/wine charms. Wine-wise, Petite Sirah stole the show and was declared by several tasters to be the best Petite in the hall. Some of the other descriptors we heard: really smooth; I could drink the whole bottle; it tastes feminine; great balance; oh my God, this is good.

To tell the truth, I started feeling sort of badly for Syrah, but she did get her fair share of compliments and has, I do believe, single handedly (single glassedly) converted at least five sworn Syrah non-believers.

Most frequently asked question: What’s the difference between Syrah and Petite Sirah? (Glad you asked! We love to explain.)

Despite all the raucous imbibing, sales were very slow, so I’d especially like to thank everyone who purchased a bottle of Je Suis Wine; your support really makes a difference to this, the tiniest winery in the world. I’d also like to thank all of those attendees who noticed that we are not, in fact, called Jesus wine.

And if I may get up on my high horse for a moment (I may, because that’s what blogs are for)… To all those who attended to get totally smashed and spill wine on the tablecloth and drop your glass into the spit bucket and spit into the water pitcher and waste time pretending to be interested in buying while blocking the table from people who are actually interested: Please, next time, do keep in mind that this wine is someone’s passion and livelihood and we’re not just there to be your personal bartenders. OK? But really nice meeting you.

And now for some pics:

Je Suis decor

So pretty!

The winemakerette herself

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Flying Fruit Days

I read an interesting article on wine the other day when I was flying home from New York. It was in the fancy American Airlines business class magazine, which tends towards luxury products and ads for ugly diamond-studded watches. (Is it called Nexos? No, I think that’s the one that’s all in Spanish, which I try to read for the sake of practice and then give up after the Editors’ Letter, Perspectiva.) Anyway, I remember thinking that I should blog about this article, but that’s about all I can remember now because, frankly, my thoughts turn survivalist as soon as the plane pulls out from the gate and I have to focus on mantras and affirmations and what to order from the drink cart instead of whatever the heck magazine my palms are sweating all over.

So excuse me while I search the internet for a moment.

OK, back now. The magazine is called Celebrated Living. Obviously, I don’t fly business class often enough to know that. But that will change. This celebrated issue of Celebrated Living has Andy Garcia on the cover, looking dapper in his golf whites. It’s all coming back to me now… Wait a minute, I just found the article and it was actually in the regular old American Way magazine. But it was in the business class seat pocket in front of me, so I can still rub it in, right?

Getting to the point (I promise), in Drinking with the Stars, Linda Rodriguez McRobbie talks about an interesting aspect of biodynamic wine growing. Namely that wine tastes better on certain days:

Following the principle that the lunar cycle affects all living things on the planet (and that wine is itself a living thing), [German agricultural guru Maria] Thun uses the phases of the moon and the constellations it passes through to predict when wine will taste best.

There are calendars and whatnot indicating which days—fruit, flower, leaf, or root—are the best for tasting. Nice idea, but I’m not convinced. My favorite part of the article is that there are a ton of winemakers and sellers who don’t really believe in this, but still hold their big tasting events on fruit days. Just in case. A little superstitious, yeah?

I wanted to look up which kinds of days we’ll have next weekend for the big SF Vintners Festival, but apparently you have to purchase these calendars. It’s not very biodynamically-minded to charge people for that sort of thing, if you ask me. Maybe it’s for the best, though. I get superstitious enough just flying on airplanes.

SAN FRANCISCO VINTNERS MARKET - APRIL 10TH-11TH 2010

I am beyond excited—literally wiggling in my chair—to announced that Je Suis Wine will be participating in the SF Vintners Market at the Fort Mason Center on April 10 and 11. This is, and I quote, “the first and only wine tasting and buying event in the Bay Area.” (This has something to do with the Fort being on federal property, so state laws don’t apply. Pretty cool loophole, actually.) Picture this: 200+ premier California wineries pouring their best in the mother of all tasting rooms (getting thirsty, aren’t you?) and then SELLING you the wines you love right then and there. Many at a discount. It’s vinphoria. It’s vintastic. It’s heavin.

All you locals who haven’t had a chance to try our gorgeous Syrah or Petite yet, this is the perfect opportunity. And a bargain, if you ask me. Check out the site, buy your tix, and then stop by the Je Suis Wine table. We’ll be the ones with purple teeth jumping up and down like lunatics. I mean, we’ll be jumping, not our teeth. Whatever, schmisplaced schmodifiers. Anyway, come find us.

How does a discount sound? I’ll post some special offers and goodies on the blog if I hear any interest…

Free shipping is on!

I’ve opened up the sale to include two or more bottles of either wine, so feel free to mix-and-match.

Here’s that code again: BDAYTOAST

(Please remember that it takes several weeks for orders to ship to Massachusetts. Thanks for your patience.)

Syrah turns one!

On March 14, my little baby Syrah turns one year old. In wine years, much like dog years (without the shedding), that’s a very sophisticated, oh, 20 years old. It seems like just yesterday that we were enjoying the whirring and clanking of the bottle line. Now, Syrah may not be of legal drinking age yet, but you are, dear reader. (If you’re not, hurry up already, there’s great wine waiting.) Which is why we have a special birthday gift for you:

For the entire month of march enjoy FREE shipping when you order two or more bottles of Je Suis Syrah. I can’t guarantee that FedEx will work as magically as those assiduous storks, but I can assure you that there will be no painful labor involved and that the arrival of your own bottle of Syrah will be cause for great celebration.

Starting March 1, enter this code at checkout: BDAYTOAST and then drink to Syrah!

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Wacky Wine Outfits

Usually, as you may know, I like to pick out human outfits for my winey (not whiny) ladies to wear. Although the bottles are very svelte and look ravishing in nearly everything, the point of these exercises is to try to express the personality of the wines through fashion. (And also to indulge my obsession with couture.) However, on a recent scouring of that black hole we like to call the Googlenet on a certain device that should be renamed the iDevoteMyLifeToElectrons, I came across some interesting attire for wine bottles. Like, actual clothes that you put on the bottle. And I would now like to share these, these, haute wine cozies, along with their possible inspiration. Just for kicks.

The cable knit sweater:

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Could I just point out that white is not a good idea in this scenario? Cute though. The red dress:

Wine Bottle Cover Red Dress - Click Image to CloseStriped mohair dressBetter call for those pesky drips. The cheongsam:

Oriental Chinese Brocade Wine Bottle Cover - Dress Form, Red

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Get a load of those jugs! And that’s about as porny as this blog will ever get. Go wash your mouth out with wine.

Among many, many other reasons, I love both France and Italy for their abundance of really cheap, really excellent house wine… a little bit of something lovely served in a charming carafe. Why, I ask you, why can we not have good, affordable house wines in the States?! Interrobang for emphatic rhetoric. Part of the issue, I fear, may be that there doesn’t exist here the same culture of drinking wine at every meal. Lack of demand, in other words. It’s very sad. (I have another theory, in addition, which is that the word for wine in both French and Italian is much easier than the word for, “Um, excuse me, but do you have any tap water, because I really don’t want to pay 4 Euro for a bottle?” ) Interestingly, the words for ordering coffee are also easier than the words for water, or at least more fun, as indicated by my favorite order: Due cappuccini, per favore. The words alone are like clouds of whole milk foam in my mouth. Mm. Anyway, I ordered a house wine last weekend during a trip up to the magnificent Redwood National Park and was sorely disappointed. Although in a small town, this was a nice-ish place, with homemade pasta and all that, but my glass of house red tasted like Manischevitz mixed with cough syrup. Earlier in the day, I had licked a bit of redwood tree, just to see, you know, how it tasted. (My friend Josh said that bears like to chew on the trees because the sap is so sweet, so how could I not give it a try?) Well, to this Sarah Bearah, it tasted like soggy bark, and YET, that redwood was still preferable to the house red. I actually didn’t ask the bartender where the wine was from and then I had this feeling like maybe he was testing me to see if I’d actually notice how bad it was and say something. If it was a test, I failed: drank the whole thing. I never like to make a fuss. Plus, my generous hosts had paid for the glass and I certainly didn’t want to make them feel awkward. So I’m just saying that if we could work a little harder on the great house wine issue in America, we could all avoid such incidents. And go see the redwoods, by the way, because they’re incredible. But leave the tasting to the bears.