Over Easter we featured the La Cryma Christi Red and wrote an extensive analysis of our tasting notes on this wine while highlighting the deep and rich history of the vineyard and how this particular grape varietal came to be. La Cryma Christi Red Review Here.
To celebrate the onset of spring and bask in the sunshine for the day we uncorked the bottle of La Cryma Christi white that had been eagerly waiting its debut. There is something about spring time that inspires white wines. The birds are singing, the air is cool; yet tight with a certain amount of tonic newness. A feeling of opportunity lingers on your breath, new beginnings, fresh starts, and silly playfulness stirs around you. Spring changes everything: the earth, the air, the mood, the sky, your tastebuds, your palate, your feelings. Stop for a moment and let spring revive you and invigorate your senses with the wishful desire to spring forward.
As we gave into the desires of spring and soaked up every ounce of its beauty we were animated by the symmetry of the La Cryma Christi; it was nothing like its red counterpart from the rocky ash of Mount Vesuvius.
The First Signs of Spring:
We saw golden hues glistening against the glass. Almost as if our wine glasses were sparkling underneath the spring day sun. Tiny bubbles peaked through their golden curtains unveiling a sea of bubbles. A beautiful color only described as golden silk with a certain heaviness that circulated around the glass.
The First Smells of Spring:
This wine played perfectly into our plans of a beautiful spring day picnic. It sprung darts of soft earthy aromas from its core and lit up our senses with fresh morning dew and strong grapefruit scents. Hints of honeydew, crisp air, and freshly cut grass.
The First Tastes of Spring:
Shockingly unique. Sipping the essence of a lemon peel without the lemon itself. A mutated combination of two dissimilar objects. A marriage of opposites that mesh together so infinitely you can’t determine one from the other. Not a drop of sweetness, smooth like a player, cryptic and cool. A hint of dry but not stripping. This wine was talented, it kept me guessing and involved in all aspects. Confused and intrigued, like sipping grilled fruits but in a pleasant, pleasing way. Mountain minerals strewn over an orange field. Impossibles and realities.
I’ve found my spring time obsession.