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The wine: 2015 Meinklang Foam White

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It was July 4th, 1989. I was living with 4 other young men in a moldy trailer in a small Ohio valley town attending The Recording Workshop. The air stunk of wet pulp and I smelled of musk. It was hot and humid. I hadn’t bathed in days. Showering would leave your skin oily. I avoided it. Welcome to Massieville.

I was standing over the toilet urinating when I heard voices scream, “fire in the hole!” along with a loud whistling, “bang!” I had left the door open and was concerned the rocket would make it’s way to me. Joe lit a bottle rocket in the trailer. The bathroom door was open and everyone went running by. Then nonstop explosions ensued. Shortly after that’s when the war began.

Logic and reason were nowhere in sight. Joe opened the screen and shot off a bottle rocket at the trailer across the road. The boys in that trailer started returning fire. Boys will be boys. The war lasted for hours. There was no safe way to get out of the trailer. It seemed both sides had an endless supply of fireworks.

Then Joe yelled, “My eye, my eye”.

One of the dangers of shooting bottle rockets from your hand is getting the sparks in your eye. A truce was negotiated and one of the guys took him to the hospital. They cleaned and patched up his wounded eye. His friend Paul drew an eye on top of the patch so Joe could still see.

Remember, we were in bum fuck valley in Ohio. There was nothing to do and nowhere to go. But plenty of drugs, alcohol, and unprotected sex. There were only 6 girls on campus, so as you can imagine, they got used up pretty quick. They were shared among the boys like a needle in a heroin den. I didn’t witness any gay sex, but I’m sure there was plenty. I was still a tiny bit green at that time, sort of like the mold in that damp valley.

Everyone in that valley looked like they were suffering from radiation sickness. If you filled up the sink with the well water it would soon be filled with life. There’s no way that water was safe to drink. The only standard required of the local girls were shoes and teeth.  

2015 Meinklang Foam White is creamy and rich. It’s a bottle of balanced goodness. It’s a bit wild. It’s got refreshing acidity and a bit like ginger beer or cider. But it’s much more interesting than many of those boring over priced popular champagnes on the market. It has warm spice sensation like biting into a freshly baked apple pie. It’s got a finish for days. It will appeal to a broad spectrum of palates. If you’re in the mood for serious or if you just want to have fun, it’s perfect. And remember, It’s delicious.

We’re only 4 weeks away from July 4th. This year I’ll be celebrating the Declaration of Independence with a bottle of Meinklang, just the way Thomas Jefferson did in 1776.

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