Saturday, August 16, 2014

Out of Office: The Chemistry of Wine

This post is about wine. And balloons. And vacation. And chemistry.

Breaking rule #1 of writing: never sacrifice clarity just for the sake of a pithy title. Restated: Welcome to a post which will shortly discuss the chemistry of wine making, but in which we will first partake of a divergence to ponder the realities of surveying the local countryside within the aviary confines of a hot air balloon.

Better, right?

Being in Napa Valley, one of the busiest hot air balloon areas in the country, Chris and I decided on a masochistic-feeling, bleary-eyed early morning rise (read:4:30am) to join a hot air balloon ride. Any sensations of missing bed were long gone by the time we hit 3,000 ft altitude and were staring down at sweeping, gorgeous country below us.

Balloons inflating:

Up up and away! (Points if you can spot Chris & I. Giveaway hint - we are wearing red and green hats - the flames heating the balloon air keep heads toasty, so ballcaps recommended!):



Most of the way, the lyrics to Come Josephine, In My Flying Machine were stuck in my head:

Oh! Say! Let us fly, dear
Where, kid? To the sky, dear
Oh you flying machine
Jump in, Miss Josephine
Ship ahoy! Oh joy, what a feeling
Where, boy? In the ceiling
Ho, High, Hoopla we fly
To the sky so high

Come Josephine in my flying machine
Going up she goes! Up she goes!
Balance yourself like a bird on a beam
In the air she goes! There she goes!
Up, up, a little bit higher
Oh! My! The moon is on fire
Come Josephine in my flying machine
Going up, all on, Goodbye!

We visited several wineries for tours/tastings after the hot air balloon ride, including Grgich Hills, Sequoia Grove, Beringer, and Hendry. By far the tour that blew the rest away was Hendry.  We attended a 3 hour seminar given by the owner himself, George Hendry, a second generation farmer who is both smart in the chemistry and passionate in the art of growing grapes and creating wine. Adding an entirely new level of detail to the tour was the fact that Chris & I were joining 5 scientists from the Maryland area, a mix of soil/ecological specialists, so we got to benefit from answers to in-depth questions that made my inner science geek heart go a-pitter-patter. The seminar included a tour of the winery as well as a tasting of 8 wines and deep-dive into the science of wine palate.

A few of the most interesting topics:


What wine grows where? And why?
Grapes depend on three main elements for success: sunshine, temperature, and soil moisture. The photosynthesis process through which plants create energy stops when sunlight is not available, so the less sunlight, the less activity from the grape plant (ditto a grape plant in warm vs. cold temperatures - plant organisms are wildly more active in warmer climates). Red grapes are much more (I borrow George's term) "lethargic" and require more sunlight and warmer temperatures to mature, so closer to the equator = red grapes, further = white grapes. Soil moisture also plays a significant role. One might assume, as my non-agriculturally-savvy-self did, that well-watered plants would be best for growing grapes. Not so. Well-watered plants do a lot of growing of the plant vine itself, which actually diverts energy and nutrients away from the grapes. Less moisture "stresses" the plant, keeping the vine tops from growing and allowing all of the plant's energy to divert to the grapes, making them sweeter. (There is a moral lesson in here somewhere about difficult conditions making our character sweeter, or something like that).  Some of the lethargic wines further require that much of the fruit be pared away so that the nutrients remaining are concentrated in fewer grapes. This is less necessary in grapes like Zinfandel (meaning less fruit pruning = more fruit yield = more bottles per acre = lower price per bottle) and much more important for lethargic plants like Cabernet (more fruit pruning = less fruit yield = fewer bottles per acre = higher price per bottle).


What creates the flavor in vine?
Red grape juice is actually clear (not red) and basically flavorless. When red wine is processed, the skins, seeds, and juice are all included in the fermentation process (where sugar + yeast are converted into alcohol) - it is actually the skin being crushed that creates the red-colored juice and much of the flavor.  Red wine then has to be barrel-aged to allow malic acid to convert to lactic acid, improving flavor.  The skin and seeds for white grapes are not necessary in the wine making process, which means the wine does not have to be barrel-aged (though it can be to impart additional flavors).


What wines pair with what foods? And why? (Science Nerd alert).
The "and why?" part is what I loved, so I'm starting there. It all begins with our friend tannin. Tannin is a biomolecule heavily present in black tea and coffee. About 1 in 10 people have a taste sensitivity to tannin that makes it quite bitter tasting, and the barrel aging process imparts tannin (to varying degrees depending upon the grape/process) into wine.  Regardless of whether tannin tastes bitter (the 1 in 10 thing), it binds to proteins. Since much of our taste bud receptors are protein-based, when tannin comes in contact it binds to taste-buds and renders them ineffective temporarily. Result:
Sip 1 of red wine: Mmm, this is a nice full-bodied taste
Sip 2 (tannin now blocking some taste buds): Hmm, I don't taste much
Sip 3 (tannin now blocking most taste buds): Huh, this is pretty boring wine

Tannins are least present in whites (to non-existent in some types) and most present in reds (particularly Cabernet Sauvignon).  At this point it seems tannins are evil agents out to make us taste biterness or nothing at all. So why ever drink red wine?

Enter the counter-player: fat. Fat in food acts similarly to tannin, coating the taste buds and diminishing our ability to taste (so bite 1, 2, and 3 of ribeye are progressively less flavorful if eating back-to-back). We mentioned earlier that tannin binds, and in this case rather than binding to the protein of a tastebud (making the taste bud less effective), it binds instead to the fat coating the taste bud, acting as a sort of detergent and rendering the taste bud free and clear to enjoy flavor.

Result: Sip red wine, bite ribeye, sip red wine, bite ribeye = magic of flavor.

The nuance is that you have to balance the level of tannin (low to high) with the level of fat in the food (low to high).

Pinot Gris - a light white wine, grown in higher moisture soils (meaning more vine growth and less sweetness in the grape -- see the what grapes grow in what areas section). Basically no tannin, so it's great as a pre-dinner wine or with light fish (not salmon) and light cheese (not cheddar/brie/etc) and herbs.

Unoaked Chardonnay - stronger in flavor than Pinot Gris since it's grown in soil with less moisture

Barrel oaked Chardonnay - barrels impart tannin, but also give wine additional flavor/complexity. Typically pairs well with chicken, slightly "richer" seafoods like lobster, fattier cheese (like brie/goat/soft cheese).

Pinot Noir - Lowest tannin level in red wine,pairs with low-moderate fatty foods like chicken, proscuitto as well as earthier vegetables like mushrooms.

Primitivo/Zinfandel - Primitivo is genetically the same to Zinfandel (decended from a Croatian grape), both Primitivo and Zinfindel are "fruit forward" (a fruit flavor hits the front of the palate), and the tannin level pairs well with mid-level fat/acid foods like pasta sauce, chutney, pork, BBQ or pot roast.

Cabernet Sauvignon - the most expensive of the reds given its "lethargy" (see above) which means fewer bottles yielded per acre of grapes. Pairs well with heavy foods like ribeye.

There is much more to the science of food pairing, including sweetness, acidity, and more - but we only had three hours with George! We will just have to go back to Napa at some point - aw, shucks ;o)

A more detailed chart of precise wine pairing from Wine Folly:

Out of Office: Concours on the Avenue, Winchester Mystery House & Napa Valley

We began Tuesday with the Carmel Concours On The Avenue (COTA), where Carmel blocks off most of its downtown streets to host many of the classic cars in town for the Pebble Beach Concours d'Elegance later in the week. We went early in the day, so some of the cars had not yet arrived, but it was pretty wild standing on the sidewalk and watching hundreds of cars rumble through the street to their display spots - with values from $100,000 to $10 Million or more.

I am by no means a car junkie, but a few pictures below of ones I found interesting:

  

Check out the old-school chain drive on the back wheels of this one!



Of particular note was a 1954 Ferrari 375 MM Spider - with its own full history listed here. Pricing was available "upon request" (read: if you have to ask, you can't afford it), but people around us mentioned that it was estimated to go for $10 - $50 Million. Requisite picture of us drooling over car:



From Carmel we trucked up to Napa Valley, making a brief stop at the Winchester mystery house - the Victorian house constructed by Sarah Winchester, the widow of one of the Winchester rifle company presidents. After the tragic deaths of Sarah's baby and husband, the lady was advised by a psychic that the spirits were displeased with her because of all the deaths created by Winchester guns - and that she would have to continually construct her house without stopping in order to appease the spirits. The results: construction began in 1884 on a San Jose, California farmhouse and continued until Sarah's death in 1922, creating 160 rooms, with staircases leading nowhere, windows in floors, and other illogical architectural constructs. All of the furniture was removed from the house after her death and it took six trucks working eight hours a day six weeks to remove everything.  Sarah's life was actually quite tragic; she apparently slept in a different room every night to confuse the spirits as to her location, and lived the life of a complete recluse save her servants and a niece.

Window in the floor

From San Jose it was on to Napa Valley - our hotel (Andaz Napa, a line of more contemporary hotels owned by Hyatt) and resting up for a day of touring tomorrow!

Friday, August 15, 2014

Out of Office: Carmel, Monterrey, Pebble Beach



We began Day 2 (Monday) of the Baby-Free California Coast Road Trip with a visit to Carmel, and while puttering around the shops there I discovered - to the delight of my Victorian Literature inner groupie - "Jane Austen at Home," a store filled with Austen-era household items and totebags with titles ranging from "Tolerable" to "I heart Darcy." My Austen geek enthusiasm was a bit curbed by not having a fellow Austen-ite to share it with (my husband mainly feeling baffled by my obsession with all things JA), but it was a fun stop, along with innumerable other art galleries and stores that we meandered through in Carmel.

From Carmel we explored the "17 mile drive," a stretch of private road that circles through a scenic coastal stretch near Pebble Beach. There are frequent stops along the route, as well as several public golf courses where we got out to look around, including the Inn at Spanish Bay and, of course, the most famous: Pebble Beach.  Pebble Beach was a particularly interesting stop this week as (unbeknownst to us) Monday kicked off a week-long marathon of classic car events in the Monterrey area, ending on Sunday with the famous Pebble Beach Concours d'Elegence, one of the premier shows for classic and prototype cars in the country.  The local scuttlebut indicated that many of the Concours d'Elegence cars would in fact be in Carmel the following day for Concours on the Avenue, so we penciled that in for Tuesday morning. (Bonus, COTA in Carmel is free while general admission for PBCDE begins at $300 a pop and goes up from there).

A few shots along the way, top to bottom: Spanish Bay Links course & green, Chris at Point Joe, Spanish Bay Beach, Fanshell Overlook, & the Lone Cypress





To continue our marathon day, we headed over to Monterrey. Chris had never visited the aquarium, so we arrived at 5pm - not realizing that the aquarium closed at 6pm. Good news: discounted end-of-day tickets, basically empty aquarium. Bad news: one must keep up a good clip of a pace to see everything at Monterrey Aquarium in an hour! While certain attractions probably didn't get as much attention from us as they deserved, we did in fact make it to every exhibit. I personally hate jellyfish, but the beauty of these seduced even my wary heart:


Plus a few other fun critters:






A walk along the Monterrey Cannery capped off a long day before we headed back to our hotel and enjoyed the spectacular sunset at Carmel Highlands:


Wednesday, August 13, 2014

Out of Office: A castle, an ocean, and a BMW

When Chris and I initially planned our California trip, his parents made the (very brave) offer to babysit for us so we could take a 6-day-long baby-less field trip. We decided (after joyfully accepting their offer post-haste) to use our time on a road trip to Northern California.

Enter the BWM red convertible. Since high school, I have had an obsession with BMW Z3 convertibles. Snazzy look, (relatively) affordable price, roadster engine that turns on a dime - what's not to love? (The fact that I'd never actually driven or even sat in one and certainly had no prayer of affording one seemed irrelevant at the time). Chris decided to surprise me by renting a Z4 convertible for our road trip in - can there be any other proper convertible/sports car color? - fire engine red.

Yes, please.



The rest of this blog entry will be light on dialogue, heavy on photos. Them being worth a thousand words, and all that jazz.

We set off from Huntington Beach headed north along scenic Highway 1 (usually known by its more glamorous name, Pacific Coast Highway). First stop: Madonna Inn, an iconic - if rather bizarrely pink - inn where Chris' parents spent a night on their honeymoon.  The inn includes 110 guest bedrooms, all "uniquely" decorated in their own individual themes.  I couldn't quite decide whether the place was cute/kitchy or horrifically gaudy, so I'll let you make your own decision:




Continuing along Highway 1, we also passed through Morro Bay, a particularly pretty seaside town:


Second stop: Hearst Castle. Oh my word. Having visited the 250 room Biltmore earlier this summer, I was prepared for an uber house of the opulently rich, but nothing can quite prepare you for the blindingly white Hearst Castle, set among myriad white marble statue/sarcophagi. The interior decorating taste was overly dark/gothic for my palate, but the exterior structures were impressive and the views truly phenomenal. Lots of bonus points to William Hearst for using as his architect Julia Morgan, the first woman architect licensed in California and director of over 700 projects during her lifetime.  (She once said "My buildings will be my legacy... they will speak for me long after I am gone" and that is certainly true here).

Construction on the house lasted from 1919 until 1947, when Hearst's failing health prohibited its continuation. The 28 year span of construction encompassed a wide range of Heart's mind-changes and re-designs, though the structure as is seems essentially complete.  Shortly after his death in 1951, Hearst's family donated the castle to the state of California, where it is now included in the California park system.



The house was at its heyday in the 1920s and 30s, when a bevy of famous visitors included Walt Disney, Charlie Chaplin, Cary Grant, Charles Lindburgh, and other "Who's Who" of the political and Hollywood hit lists. They enjoyed, among other things, swims in the opulent pools - the indoor "roman" pool and outdoor "neptune" pool (drained for restoration):




Also some pretty sweet guest quarters:



And I mentioned the views were spectacular, right? (That band of darker blue near the horizon is all Pacific Ocean):




From the Hearst Castle in San Simeon, we made our way to Carmel, stopping for frequent photo shoots along Highway 1/PCH:



At last - to Chris' relief - the Nikon took a breather and we reached the Hyatt Highlands Inn in Carmel.  Chris has been accumulating Hyatt points like candy during this last year of frequent business travel, and we are reaping the rewards this week by staying in super-swanky Hyatts using his points. Our room - among other features - includes a wood burning fireplace and balcony overlooking the Pacific Ocean.  Truly spectacular, like most of our day!