A Valentine’s Treat, Composed by Our Riesling Experts
As part of our Riesling Expert II tasting series, we challenged our participants to write a love poem to Riesling. Here are their inspired, heartfelt, and humorous verses.
My Riesling! by Vicki
The golden hues sparkle as into the waiting goblet they splash and curl.
My anticipation is heightened as the aromas of fruit and earth circle and spin.
The liquid slithers in circles around the sides of the glass, as I swirl.
I breathe in its hints of citrus and pineapple…awaiting the first sip of delight within…
Aah! the burst of beauty upon my tongue! My Riesling! I taste you at last!
“Cher Riesling” By Gib & Wendy
Although you came from afar,
you took root to express your terroir
You are a work of art
Who engages my heart
Oh Riesling, never say “au revoir”
A Precious Fruit By Dave and Diane
Riesling, Riesling, an aroma of peaches, kiwi, starfruit and lime.
The elegance of these precious grapes that hang on a vine.
Oh my goodness, we just can’t keep them chilled for very much time.
Then to the table and we’re ready to dine. Cheers!
You are my wine desire.
Your complexities make my palate sing.
Nothing brings me so much hope and glee.
That perhaps one day there will be a Riesling Expert Three!!
There once was a grape from the Rhine
which makes the most delectable wine
when poured in a glass
it’s nothing but class
you’ll need to open another in no time
We savor a wonderful dry Riesling,
As it accompanies flatbread with seasoning
The Silver Thread bottle
So we open a second each evening.
The wind eased off its coldest bluster
Vines held tight all they could muster
Came then the warmth and grapes in cluster
Riesling born in passionate luster
In this glass of Riesling lies a record of the past.
Summers ago the vines nursed nascent grapes through heat, drought, rain, sun and cloud so that fetal clusters tightly enwrapped through winter’s wrath could emerge from buds primary,secondary or, impossibly, tertiary.
Vineyardists select the wood with hope the best buds will remain and that Mother Nature will be kind to these vines
Fervently praying that the clusters survive the seasons unspoiled until the fall, delivered in boxes whole and intact until their precious cargo bursts forth and is collected.
Another winter passes slowly, patiently waiting to discover what treasures are uncovered by invisible beasts while the winemaker prays, “Please God, don’t let me screw this up.”
Thus the bottle waits until a hand rests upon it and decides it is time to coax the cork from its resting place and reveals what the vintage has to tell us,
Like counting rings in a felled tree. Time and patience and years combine in one glass that we sip, unaware of all it contains.
Grapes cling tight in lustrous sheen
Dry or sweet or in between
Soon riesling in my glass is keen
to touch my lips in zeal serene
Cupid and his arrow are on their way
With a bottle of Silver Thread Riesling to be given away
With love in the air, and some Riesling to share
Now swirl, sniff and drink with love and great care.
The Magic of Riesling By Dave and Diane
Silver Thread, Silver Thread, a winery of unbelievable Riesling wine.
Aromas of kiwi, peaches, starfruit and lime.
Clusters of Riesling hang from their vines.
Oh so divine, you must send a bottle to your Special Valentine. Cheers!
Roses are red, violets are blue. Silver Thread Riesling is the best for you!
In Germany Riesling is sweet,
Alsace & Austria can’t compete,
But in Lodi, Riesling is a treat
For Silver Thread just cannot be beat!
Free form by Zelda
Connected to the earth by a silver thread, the Riesling grapes grow and ripen
Carrying forward the specific soil that nurtured them
And after careful chemical magic, they become wine
Glorious in my glass, magnificent in my mouth, heavenly in my head
Haiku: by Gib & Wendy
Your blushing beauty
Captures the earth around you
I toast thee, Riesling
Ode to Silver Thread Riesling by Jess
My glass is full, light and bright
Like the sun shining over the vines
Exploring new worlds through wines
My glass is full even when it’s not
by Patty and John
Waves lapping softly, drifting aimlessly on a blistering summer afternoon the sun warming my skin.
Jack Johnson setting the mood – chilled, crisp Riesling awakens the taste buds
Aaaah! a perfect pairing indeed
There once was a vintner named Paul
Whose Riesling is best of them all
It arrives at our door
And when we want more
It’s Silver Thread Shannon we call
Haiku by Zelda
I love you, Riesling.
You express your place, time, earth.
I swirl, sip, swallow.
An Ode to Riesling by Kathleen
Oh Silver Thread Riesling through these trying times,
You have become my lifeline,
Connecting me to a life once known
When people connected, affections physically shown.
Oh Riesling from Silver Thread,
Some days you’re the reason I rise from bed,
To face this too long, TOO l-o-n-g isolated year,
You whisper. Pour. Swirl. Sip. Let me steer.
Oh Riesling you remind that on the vine you still grow,
You know of seasons, the rain, the snows,
Sniff. You know as you wait to become wine,
Swirl. Sip. It just takes time.
Oh Riesling but when can I see your youthful start?
To walk through your vines, unmasked not apart?
Oh, Riesling I so desire to see your face
To visit your vineyard, to be in your place.
Oh Riesling single vineyard or blend,
You have become much more than friend,
Riesling my love, you’ve helped me to cope,
Silver Thread Riesling you are my hope!
What little grapes on the vine do you hold?
What of these seasons in years will be told?
Separation? Or my long distanced love?
You absorb the flavors from below and above.
Oh Riesling I love you more than you know
The popped corks, empty bottles do show.
Oh Riesling of you I always do think,
I try not to worry. I just drink!
|My valentine is happy for I now know to find the best wine|
|My wine will come from a Riesling vine|
|With such from SilverThread we will have a fine time.|
The winds of love blow softly across the Riesling vines to welcome St. Valentine’s Day at Seneca Lake
This love is in the form of human desire as well as for the love of artistic expression that vintners must take
But be assured Silver Thread promotes that true love of God, grape and grafted vines
So that we may all enjoy together a splendid glass of wine
To honor our love for family and friends –during these difficult times.
TO MY VALENTINE by Ruthann
I LIFT A GLASS OF SPARKLING RIESLING
AROMATIC, CRISP AND FLOWERY
TO CELEBRATE YOU THIS DAY
OUR LOVING HEARTS MIRROR THIS AGED
AND SELDOM OAKED FINE WINE
KNOW THAT TRUE LOVE LIKE OURS IS LIKE
THIS FINE WINE, SUBTLE, COMPLEX AND TOOK TIME
KNOW DEAR VALENTINE IF LOVE PROPERLY TENDED
LIKE A FINE RIESLING
GETS BETTER WITH AGE!
You are the gift that I was given, that I almost gave away,
You are more noble than anything that I could ever say,
But for now I can proclaim that I will always love you,
That gift, your gift, is the knowing and caring and being a part of an expert class of Riesling.
There once was an STV Riesling
That was oh so pleasing
When asked if it would stand up to spicy
A question that could be dicey
The STV Riesling proved to be appeasing
When evening comes where can we find our Riesling
Where in the finger lakes are these vines growing
Visit the Brocks
at Silver thread winery
And you will find your revelry
By Grace & Mike
Roses are Red
Blueberries are Blue
And Riesling is just for You!
The sweetest things in life…
Holding the hand of the one you love,
Eating chocolate with a delightful glass of Riesling and
Watching the sun set over the water.
So grateful for all these sweet things in my life.
(Sometimes the wine and chocolate more than others, but don’t tell.)
You’re always there when the week has been a little rough
My taste buds find you just dry enough
I love the refreshing taste
And not a drop do I ever waste
Each Vintage is Unique by Rod
From the earth your vines grow
every fall your fruits show,
Human hands gather with precision
length of fermentation solely Paul’s decision,
Into the bottle to rest for awhile
each vintage in unique there is no denial,
Summer comes stop by Silver Thread with a companion
the Finger Lakes best Riesling presented by Janice and Shannon
My Valentine, my Love,
I don’t want more bling,
my heart’s desire is Silver Thread Riesling.
by Mac Collins
There once was a wine grape named Riesling.
The name caused a great deal of teasing.
But after ‘tis tasted,
No wine drops are wasted,
And most drinkers now find it pleasing.