Domaine Ostertag
Fronholz Alsace Muscat
Surreal wine. Wine as surreal painting. Smells a little bit like everything. Flowers, brats with good mustard, little sweet oranges, burnt sugar, jasmine green tea, girlfriend’s hair two days after shampoo, peeking into windows at 11:16 when mom’s asleep and dad’s watching the night news with the lights out and a box of All Sorts, listening to a portable radio with scratchy pots, eating crackers and cheap cheese in the middle of the night under the oven light, miner’s locker room, human hands. I don’t know where to begin with Ostertag, but every time I taste his wines I am thrown into the void that looks back. That’s how much I like it.
Surreal wine. Wine as surreal painting. Smells a little bit like everything. Flowers, brats with good mustard, little sweet oranges, burnt sugar, jasmine green tea, girlfriend’s hair two days after shampoo, peeking into windows at 11:16 when mom’s asleep and dad’s watching the night news with the lights out and a box of All Sorts, listening to a portable radio with scratchy pots, eating crackers and cheap cheese in the middle of the night under the oven light, miner’s locker room, human hands. I don’t know where to begin with Ostertag, but every time I taste his wines I am thrown into the void that looks back. That’s how much I like it.
Mar 3rd, 2023