The flavor of oak in wine of Maine
Discover the of Maine wines revealing the of oak flavor during the olphactive analysis (nose) and during the gustative analysis (mouth).
Maine is a state located in the far northeastern United States. Its boundaries are formed by the Atlantic Ocean, the international border with Canada, and the state's border with neighboring New Hampshire. The state covers just over 35,300 square miles (90,500 km²) of rugged coastline, low rolling coastal ranges and Dense forests. The latter occupy a significant area in the Center of the state.
Despite the cold Climate and difficult terrain, a small but growing wine industry is developing here. The Maine Wine Trail connects the Cellar doors of some 20 wineries, as well as breweries, cider mills and mead producers. Maine's industry is focused on the production of fruit wines (i. e.
, fruits other than grapes). The climate - and the natural penchant for fruit farming - has led local winemakers to capitalize on apple, cranberry, raspberry and especially blueberry wines.
A judge ordered a cumulative bail of €65 million (£56m) be set for six defendants in the case, and the court is asking for up to €25m in damages – based on information that the fraudulent scheme helped the company to generate more than €14m in net profits between 2019 and 2021 alone. The case started in late 2021 when news broke that three Denominations of Origin (DOs) in the Catalunya region – those representing Montsant, Priorat, and Terra Alta – had filed legal proceedings against the wine co ...
You don’t need a state-of-the-art winery to make wine. You don’t need rows of pristine oak barrels. One thing you do need to make good wine is good vines. Have you ever asked yourself where all these vines come from? How do they find their way into the ground? It used to be easy. In the past, winemakers simply took cuttings from their vineyards, propagated them, and planted them in the ground. But phylloxera put a stop to that. What was a simple process acquired layers of complexity: winemakers ...
I’m busy, lazy or just tired… it’s half past twelve. I open the fridge and the same familiar labels smile up at me. The same with the repurposed coal hole under the front steps where the red wines live. I won’t tell you exactly what they are – although regular readers can have a pretty good guess. The ones that get mentioned least frequently are the ones that make an appearance on every routine day. When the soup (winter) or the salad (summer) comes out for a ‘working’ lunch, the bottle be ...