A poem to Cinsault

From the pastures of the Rhone 

To the arid lands of the Rousillon,

You exalt me with your soft deviled nature

Oh Cinsault!!!

You bring me frenesi

Like a Mozart Lieder under the moonlight

And joy to the poet’s heart

Gourmand and provoking

Exciting like the first kiss

Of the new lover

A dark paradise for the senses

Fulfilling like the chant 

Of the hedonist chained to the gallows of the standard life

November 19th, 2020. The start of trying something different:Inspired by Breton’s automatism which he eloquently states:

Psychic automatism in its pure state, by which one proposes to express—verbally, by means of the written word, or in any other manner—the actual functioning of thought. Dictated by thought, in the absence of any control exercised by reason, exempt from any aesthetic or moral concern

In keep with one of the fundamentals ideas of my manifesto: wine is poetry. It is tougher that you could think, because you have to be the gatekeeper for rational reason not to enter and pollute your beautiful free association emotional thoughts. I am actually quite happy to do it. Of course, an extra little help was needed in the form of a slender musical capsule by Coltrane and Sun Ra ( again!!, more automatism, as I write these lines). I am happy with the bravado of my poem.

I love my Rousillon. It is a lifter of an abused spirit, a free agent of joy and it simply taste incredible good. I recently bought a case of Cinsault nature by Domaine Cazes, Samso 2019 or Cinsault Nature available in Quebec via Advini for the modest price of $25.40 This is the wine that inspired me to do this poem.

Domaine Cazes-Samso aka Cinsault Rouge 2019 ( Private Import, $25.40. 6 pack case)

On the nose, aromas punctuated by leather, garrique and a hint of spice, complemented by mint and rosemary. On the palate, gourmand with lots of sexy flavours reminiscent of more red cherry with bittersweet chocolate. Juicy and fleshy and quite elegant. Really incredible value for the money invested. Wine of Sensuality