When the fireball spits flames again and the streets are glowing like Steph Curry’s wrist after the Men’s Basketball Gold Medal Match at the Olympic Games in Paris, yes, Baby, then it’s finally summertime. The lovely season that fools us all into believing that everything is going to be alright, even though the world could blow up any second, because little men with big egos are playing war.
The status quo: Apocalypse now! Yippie-Ya-Yeah, Motherfucker! You know what? That’s why we’re celebrating life even more this summer. Who knows when it might be over! Big bottles, small bottles, we’re drinking all the bottles. It’s time to enjoy some wine!
It’s time to enjoy some wine!
According to statistics, more wine is drunk in summer anyway. #DryJanuary is over, June is almost history, July is around the corner, and it will be spectacularly juicy as a Sunday roast on steroids. Studies show that wine consumption usually rises during the hot season, especially during the vacation time, which in turn can be attributed to a more relaxed lifestyle, better weather and an extra portion of free time.
July is around the corner, and it will be spectacularly juicy as a Sunday roast on steroids.
Meanwhile, in the vineyard: the so-called summer slump. While we’re sipping: silence. Flowering is as good as over, except for a few stragglers, first stapling, maybe, post-bloom, plant protection type shit. Breaking out, stapling, wrapping--where possible. In the barrels, steel tanks and amphorae, the wines that were harvested in 2024 are now power napping. Snooze.
During summer, I like to drink all wines straight from the fridge. Cooler than a polar bear’s toenails. Almost frozen. They'll warm up on their own. The idea to drink red wines at room temperature comes from a time when witches were still being burned. Back in the good old days. When there was no central heating and climate change was still a foreign concept. Now the weathermen of this world are once again predicting the next record-breaking summer.
In summer, we drink juicy Pinot Noirs with a short maceration period that have not been turned into wooden soup. We drink fresh Gamays from the Beaujolais, macération carbonique style. Fruit-driven Lemberger that has only been gently pressed or, one of my favorite summer wines, Trollinger. No red wine in the world is better to drink chilled than our beloved Schwabenmilch. Those who reach for qualities will be rewarded with absurdly juicy hydrants.
Sun, sun, and yeah, sun.
The big advantage of summer? When the weather is good, you no longer have to use liquid portals to beam yourself to places you dream of. No more wanderlust at last, because the things you always dream of in winter are now finally here: sun, sun, and yeah, sun.
And even though our planet is in a critical condition, we are here now. On mother earth. The blue planet. So, let's make the best out of it. As always, that includes wine. I mean, there's none of it on Mars! As far as I know.
So cheers to life, cheers to mother earth and cheers to summer!
Milton Sidney Curtis, wine influencer and freelance writer, brings wit, edge, and charm to the world of wine with his writing. Whether it’s fine drops from small wineries or branded wines from global players: Sidney tastes, reviews, and stirs up debate. A self-proclaimed “silly ass” for everyone who loves wine!
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