(The Last) Twenty-Nine Wine

Tomorrow, I am thirty.  I’ve mostly come to terms with thirty.  I’m even sort of looking forward to thirty.  Thirty will be okay.  But tonight, regardless of my accepting that thirty is imminent, I plan to thoroughly enjoy the last moments of my twenties in a way that will surprise no one (who knows me) – by drinking wine, writing stuff, singing songs (after the wine, of course), and watching cartoons.

I wanted to choose a special wine tonight, since this transition is a once-in-a-lifetime experience.  I looked through our collection, and decided on Domaine de Marie’s 2013 Viognier.  Spoiler…this is not a Virginia wine.


I opened it tonight because it brings back memories of the absolute best thing I did in my twenties.  Graham and I got married in 2013.  Marrying Graham is the best decision I’ve ever made, and the three years that we’ve been married (not to mention the nearly eight that we’ve been together) are my favorite years of all my twenties.  I’m looking forward to many more.  I think we’ll be fun old farts together when we get there, not that we’re in any hurry.  But I digress…

Moving on, La Bastide de Marie, a quaint, comfortable, elegant little hotel outside Ménerbes in the Luberon region of Provence, was the first stop on our fantastic French honeymoon.  Domaine de Marie is their attached vineyard, and I can’t tell you how many bottles of Domaine de Marie wine we enjoyed in those first few days of what turned out to be a romantic, unforgettable trip.  It feels appropriate to live in those memories for a little while tonight.

I love a good Viognier, and I’m in luck, since Viognier is grown prolifically in Virginia.  This Viognier, though, is a little different from one I could get here in the Old Dominion.  It’s bolder, richer, and sweeter, not quite as smooth, and with minerality that becomes a little more pronounced with each sip.  A nose of apples, honey, and hints of apricot gives way to honey, honey, and honey on the palate.  The honey becomes less prominent a few sips in, allowing for hints of apple, and there’s a pleasant pop of minerality, as well as a long finish.  Every time I take a sip, I’m right back in Provence, a newlywed again, excited to explore the countryside, enjoy hearty food and wine, and relax with my favorite human in the world (Graham, just to be clear).

There are those, I know, who will say that it’s silly to focus so much on the last days of my twenties and who will tell me that, in ten years, turning thirty will seem like just another day.  To those people, I will say this:  You have been where I am, and I will eventually be where you are, so let’s agree that in this thing called life, when it comes to aging, we’re pretty much on equal footing.  And hey, turning thirty in less than twenty-four hours is as good a reason as any to drink a little good wine and have a little fun.



Relevant Post Script – I’m certainly not trying to advertise, but if you’d like to check out La Bastide de Marie or Domaine de Marie, here’s the website: La Bastide de Marie.

One thought on “(The Last) Twenty-Nine Wine

  1. Happy early birthday! Here is a different opinion:

    What no one realizes is that, when quoth the Raven “Nevermore,” it is because he was being offered this wine. When Oliver Twist begged “Please, Sir, I want some more,” he was being offered grape juice to wash down the taste of this wine.

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