Where in the world is Joe? On the south shore of our magnificent Lake Superior, waiting for this year's nearly 100% ice cover to finally melt away, making way for another season of sailing on this spectacular body of water.
Does the concept of terroir extend beyond traditional definitions; is the idea of somewhereness apt, even beyond wine growing?
Let's not call it terroir, for that pushes even my liberal definition beyond reasonable limits. Let's call it awesomeness, let's call it amazing, let's call it yet another special place on earth, with its own gigantic personality, its own frigid charm. Let's not call it terroir but let's acknowledge that once one feels the differences that "place" can confer upon a wine, it's pretty easy to understand the magic, the flavor of a place even when that place has nothing to do with our sacred beverage.
Call it what you like.
I'll call it love.
