I think I only began to understand my Dutch heritage four years ago. My mother grew up in the Netherlands, only uprooting to the United States when she was swept off balance by my American father in her mid-twenties. Desiring, I think, that we would grow closer to the land she still retains such affection for, we constantly found ourselves traveling to the land of her birth in order to carry out meet-and-greets with exceedingly kind and inviting relatives. But from one particular recent visit developed a lasting impression that originated from her cigarillo smoking cousin:
As I mentioned recently, I'm currently inhabiting a big tin can (an airstream) on a local murder-site-to-be (campground). Shortly after arriving at this new home, I was tritely informed by "the management," that there was a strict "no hammocks," policy. Upon inquiring why this odd rule was in place, I was told that they "damage the trees." Indeed, it seems that the true scourge of the planet isn't the wealth of fossil fuels we pump out into the atmosphere with our 47 liter V-50 engines, but us inconsiderate hammock-dwellers. As far as I'm concerned, this is as silly as permanent 'keep off the grass' signs.
I'm not sure why we keep reinforcing this imagined mind-wall between us and nature, but I won't stand for it. Upon learning of these hammock-haters, the Dutchman stirred within me. I found myself wanting to use my hammock more than ever. And, oddly enough, the longer I remained at the campground, the more hammocks I saw hung furtively behind campers, or else within tree-shrouded yards. It seems the Dutch aren't the only ones who enjoy a bit of anarchy. And I for one will be blarmied if I can’t use my hammock on my two perfectly spaced trees behind my own airstream in order to enjoy a glass, above the grass, on a midsummer’s day. So the next time you're looking to rebel quietly, in the peace of your own relaxing, high strung paradise, you might want to grab this bottle as your accomplice:
The Broadbent, as with many Vinho Verdes, seems almost to be made in the style of what wine nerds would call a ‘pétillant naturel.’ Simply put, it’s got some bubble trouble. Some fizz wiz. It’s a gas guzzler. In layman’s terms, it’s slightly carbonated. Not quite to the extent of a champagne, but it’s certainly noticeable and exceptionally refreshing. It makes it the perfect wine for a perfect lazy summer rebellion, such as fighting the man from the quiet comfort of your own backyard.
- The Wine: Broadbent Vinho Verde 2015
- The Taste: It's astonishing how fresh this wine tastes. Tart, crisp, with a slight, incorrigible fizz. Full of tropical and citrus fruits.
- The Pairing: To be sumptuously sipped on warm days accompanied by a good book (in my case, 'Travel's with Charley,' by John Steinbeck), and a feeling of light-hearted triumph. It's a brilliant alternative to Rosé or Pinot Grigio if you've had too much of those in these dying days of summer. With meals, stick to light dishes and sauces, as the wine won't stand up well to anything too hearty.
- The Rating: 3 - This isn't meant negatively, but you should think before you purchase this wine. Make sure you're looking for such a light and fruit wine before you purchase it. It could not be more different from a buttery chardonnay.