Schäfer-Fröhlich - Felsenberg 2017

“Actually, I hardly drink any Riesling anymore” is the kind of statement I like to pull off. A sentence somewhere between truth, self-protection, and lie. The fact is, simply opening a bottle of Riesling when you want something to drink with food or whatever you’re in the mood for, that almost never happens anymore. And it’s also a fact that for a while we may have overdone it a bit with Germany’s leading grape variety, the local queen of wine grapes. And at some point, enough is enough. That’s the truth part. Self-protection, because drinking no Riesling, if you don’t drink less and previously drank almost only Riesling, automatically means that a door, no, a barn door opens to the rest of the wine world. And if the Riesling door were to remain open as well, where would it end? And the lie, well, after last week and what’s still to come, I’ll probably have to admit to myself that I still find Riesling quite awesome. And drink it.