2020 Red Bat Cuvee
member price | $67
Beneath the aura of a violet-hued Medieval moon, Bakke glides through the night, his hunter eyes assessing the prospects for this eve's repast. Our warm-blooded flyer circles ever lower, observing the ground-level festivities just beginning in the coniferous forests below, where rolling fogs reach the sea and young lads and lasses eagerly seek elusive penny bun mushrooms. He sails with silent expertise between the stables as groomsmen comb horse hair, polish saddles. Freshly laundered linens sway in the star-lit breeze, and his dark wings create not the slightest extra movement. Lanterns burn. Knights and Ladies raise toasts and dance to the drumbeats of a hedonistic night. As do the merrymakers, Bakke longs to savor the flavors of this evening: banquet tables heaped with platters of blood pudding, roast pheasant with fennel, sweet marjoram, and lemon thyme; bonfire-grilled pork cutlets; fresh baskets overflowing with raspberries, blood oranges, mulberries, and black plums; salvers laden with goat cheese, crusty bread, and dried figs. The revelers carry on their celebration honoring the harvest goddess, Demeter, blissfully unaware of the hunter above. But our Bakke’s meticulous positioning far transcends their mere-human knowledge. Yes, he says, the feasts this evening will be many.
notes by miranda thompson, vp of quality control