A meeting…

I often wonder what is happiness ? This utopian human research… Sometimes we are using our brain too much, we conceptualize all while sometimes just entering into this wave of feelings that warms our heart is enough. It lasts a moment, an evening or a lifetime… We like to complicate our lives and the search for answers becomes time-consuming as we pulled away the most important in life. I like the concept of Amor Fati… Love of Destiny, dear to Nietzsche, it’s to be able to live the present moment either it’s pleasant or not. This might be the secret of wisdom: to know where we come thanks to the past that has shaped us while refusing to be only in the mean time of joy or sorrow and to know where we are going without waiting for an uncertain future with excitement as we believe it will be better than what we have today… Amor Fati is the acceptance of its own past in shaping its own future because at last, it’s the present moment which is the most important. This is the one we live fully, which is a multitude of successive micro-seconds…

So, what is happiness ? It’s to accept we have no power, except the one of living the moment of eternity. I think I have experienced this moment, I hope you do too but I have no doubt. These moments were meetings…

‘ Happiness is walking in nature to meet its dreams ‘

When one of these datings with the wine happens, there is a floating time… We are so used to go fast that even when you’re at the table with friends, with a good meal and a good bottle of wine, time flies. I like to take my time to enjoy the quality before to think about the quantity… A glass of wine against a bottle… Minute against a second… Yesterday, I had an encounter with a wine. I spent a suspended moment when all dovetailed perfectly. The atmosphere of the meal was very pleasant. The place was friendly in a friend’s property where the table was set in the main hall with on one side, the barrels cellar and on the other, the vats cellar. Chandeliers lit the large room and the simplicity of the moment made it beautiful. Friends were there, a brother to my left… The laughter was like an ocean, coming in waves without interruption. It was dark and we were happy to see us again, to tease us. As aesthetes, the goal was to enjoy.

On the large table, an exceptional wine: bright red as a ruby of a Maharaja. The bottle which allows to travel, a meeting I waited for without really suspected it. This is my favorite wine, one that moves me, that pierces my armor and flowing through me like a healing potion taking care of my soul. This is the wine that is a fluid between hearts and brings us closer because talking about it, it’s giving us to each other. It’s a liquid jewel that escapes from its box and dazzles the mind. A potion of a magician who managed the alchemy between pleasure and fruits. It is the oil thrown on our inner fire to rekindle the flame. So I just had time to swirl it in my glass and to smell the aromas just escaping of it… And then I drilled a secret, as Dali said, it whispered in my ear fruity sensations. Powerful and velvety, the wine expressed itself. And here is the blackberry accompanied by juicy cherry… And here is also the leather soft and fragrant…  Here is further licorice and freshness… What whirlwind of flavors… In fact, this is my secret the wine pierced!

A simple wedding with this wine was necessary. A rillettes with good country bread : the best things are the simplest. During this evening, I have to admit I drunk one glass of this nectar while three bottles were dancing on the table. What madness ? But is the quantity of wine exponential to pleasure ? I decided not to be materialistic and to enjoy the moment. I had the intension to taste, sip it and thought I did, without regrets and remorses. In my own world, I put the blood of grapes in my mouth and I left for a waltz… There was emotion in the glass, balance and wisdom. In this short time, I have learned to appreciate and see every inch traveled from the vines to the glass. And I drank this incredible feeling of having in my hands materialized emotion: joy. Isn’t it the most beautiful in wine that it uses our five senses and especially the sixth, our emotions ? Then, it was time for the main course which consisted of red meat and a potatoes gratin. The perfect excuse to taste again this wine. And time ran, ran, ran…

Velvet, where were you hiding ? I’ve found you behind the fruits, enlacing the toast and covering gently my lips. With a gesture similar to a kiss I make a deal: let me tell you what I feel so you can understand who I am. With words I said to myself I began to describe this wine in secret: fleshy, full-bodied, silky, fiery, passionate, long, intense, delicate, sensitive, fragile… I see, a rider looking for its perfect steed in an oriental hara between heat and fragrance of incense. I smell, a hot jam that Grand-Mother cooked and which is steaming up the kitchen windows. I touch, a gorgeous taffeta dress for a ball during which we can hear midnight sounds without fear. I take your hand and I’ll take you with me walking in a Verlaine moonlight. I smile and I understand that you are ephemeral because every swallow takes me away from my first sensation and keeps me closer of myself… Because it’s an experience with yourself that we live in such meeting. It’s living a moment for yourself and no one can experience the same thing in a similar way. The fact is that the result remains the same: we had a date and now it’s time to leave… Daydreaming, drinkable poetry… Let me take the memory of some flavors, some odors but let me take especially emotion and imagination to redraw whenever I want this wine.

Big names are sometimes big bottles, but this is not a golden rule. I let you discover which bottle it was. But I ‘m sure you’ve had such an encounter with a wine. In other circumstances, a white wine maybe, with strangers, in a restaurant… Regardless, it’s this dating that puts us in the universe. It’s this meeting that gives us the impression that this day we were immersed in an ocean of happiness… Because being moved is to be alive ! Then maybe for me, happiness, is drinking a glass of wine in order to meet my dreams !

Thank you to those who have contributed to this moment of eternity…

Enjoy this article?

If you enjoyed this article you can share it with your friends and continue to discuss it on social networks.

Share on facebook
Share on twitter
Share on linkedin
Share on pinterest