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The May 1st Movia
May 2, 2008, 2:23 pm
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Warming the cockles of any commie Jew’s heart, a group of us spontaneously gathered on International Workers’ Day to drink a bottle of Movia’s Puro Rose.

Readers may remember me extolling this wine’s virtues in my Slovenia posts. Puro is made from Pinot Noir grapes. It is unfiltered and can be decanted in a special way (in the case of this link, with a sentimental homage) to remove the majority of the naturally-occurring sediment, which in all its biodynamic glory is good to drink too. Everyone whom I’ve drank this with agrees that the wine has an enlivening quality, whereas your average Pinot Noir might induce that groggy “honey can we go home now” feeling.

While this is way more than I’ve ever even considered spending on a single bottle of wine, I heartily suggest that all of you find a bottle in your area, split the bill, and enjoy in good company, preferably with savory or spicy food (think Vietnamese, Mexican, Italian).

The modest result of my decanting; you’re seeing a cloudy sediment floating in cold water.

It’s still got a little of that magical particulate in it, but damn. We were spoiled since we drank Puro from its source, but this bottle did just fine after its trip to New York… Imagine a dry sparkling wine that is fruity without the telltale “big in the mouth” taste that plagues the American palate, putting people to bed without their supper.

Here’s what was going on in NYC yesterday…

“You put the cheese on the meat”



Štiri: Nous Non Plus in Ljubljana

Upon our arrival in the center of Ljubljana, we are greeted warmly at Movia’s wine shop with a bottle of Puro Rose.

We roll in to the Roxly, where we sound check and get ready to play.

View from the front of the Roxly. “Who would put a castle up there?” Clouds gather…

Our Slovenian cell phone commercial plays on a loop at the front of the bar.

…Crowds gather, packing the club past the bar, out the door… Amazingly, our song’s appearance in an ad seems to have captured Slovenia’s imagination. We are told repeatedly that everyone in Slovenia knows this song, and has wondered about the mysterious American artists behind it (some even [erroneously] concluding that we are secretly the Yeah Yeah Yeahs). The crowd sings along to “Lawnmower Boy” in a dizzying hybrid of Slovene-Franglish.

Verdict: Success, with the distinct possibility of returning to this magical part of the world some time in the future. Merci, Ljubljana!

Check out this Slovenian blog for some great photos of the show, offset by 180 degrees.



At the Movia winery, Brda, Slovenia
April 20, 2008, 11:58 pm
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Winding our way back and forth across the Italian border as we make our way to the Movia estate. Those yellow stars don’t lie– no border control. Slovenia’s in the EU now.

Nous Non Plus converged on Venice last Monday and took a drive along the Adriatic to the Movia winery, just on the other side of the Italian border in Slovenia. Our journey took us up and down hills and valleys…

…until we arrived, slightly sickened by our bumpy ride in a boxy diesel van with all our gear and luggage, but in one piece nonetheless.

 

 Inside, the band gears up for a dinner party hosted by owner and our soon-to-be wine rabbi Aleš Kristančič. In attendance will be wine writers, sellers, and luminaries fresh from the important Vinitaly wine show held the week prior in Verona.  Some high-level Slovenian political figures will also be present.

The Movia begins to pour, and we dine.

 

 

An invigoratingly fresh asparagus soup

Aleš decants. Much of the wine is made in a hyper-natural style which leaves an earthy sediment in the finished product.

After playing, we retreat to the cellar, bottles of sparkling Puro Rose in tow. Silliness ensues. It was this Puro, more than anything, that brought us religion in the coming days.

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In the dark of the cellar, Aleš draws a 2005 barrel sample with a decorative glass instrument, which he routes directly to our glasses.

More to come…