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Styx and Stones, sort of


April 2010

by Jeff Cox, Beer and Wine Merchandiser

It’s the stuff that keeps songwriters in business. I put the glass to my nose and the heady weave of fruit, earth and garrigues pushes the first emotional domino. Like a freight train, that sad, lonesome feeling that’s been hanging in the shadows for a couple days feels like it’s going to leap right through my chest.

My good friend and frequent partner in wine, Murielle Claudel, and I are tasting at a small domaine in Gabian, a village of about a thousand souls, a short drive west of Montpellier. The wines are brilliant, confirming what we’d begun to suspect as owner Emmanuel Pageot showed us the vineyards he tends with partner/spouse Karen Turner.

Their vineyards are a collection of small parcels of moderately old vines, scattered across the flanks of the low, ancient volcano that borders the village. They’re gorgeous, amazing vineyards. They breathe vitality, the gnarled, bare, late-winter vines almost palpably respiring the obvious love and passion that Emmanuel exudes as he shows us his terres.

Murielle and I exchange glances. We know that we’re onto something — not merely something good, but very special.

It’s my last day in the Languedoc, the end of an epic two weeks of tastings, meetings and visits with producers. Despite being beyond tired and missing the familiar comforts of Ballard, my cozy little domicile and the cool, hoppy six-pack that awaits my return, there’s been a small, but insistent ache in my soul as the last hours of my time here fall through the hourglass.

Wafts of enchanting aromas fill my senses, old vine grenache and carignan speaking the inimitable patois of the south. The ache crescendos from mezzo piano to fortissimo and there’s no denying the obvious. I’ve fallen hopelessly in love. It’s also obvious that it’s time to go. Or to stay.

A day later, somewhere over Hudson Bay, it occurs to me that this trip, both coming and going, is a kind of purgatory, a passing between worlds. It’s a 21st century River Styx, with Charon exacting his toll in terms of airfare, the “comforts” of economy class, and portals of security and customs on either shore.

Half an hour from atterrissage in beautiful Burien, the clouds part to reveal the North Cascades and I realize that my Styx isn’t the frontier between heaven and hell, but between two paradises. Best of all, for a wine guy, they’re two luscious paradises whose best wines are yet to be made. But more on that later. I have a beer to drink.

Jeff Cox

About the author

Jeff Cox is the wine and beer merchandiser at PCC. Over the years, he's built close relationships with vineyards worldwide and in our neck of the woods. He's even worked with select local vineyards to create some of the spectacular wines we carry.

In addition to this monthly column, check out his featured wines list.

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