When the human melds with the divine, love is born, intoxicating and enveloping and yet so ethereal, no matter how many words or notes we use to describe it. The Teran wine is my first and true Istrian love but Istria is a liberal place, where it’s hard to escape the allure of polyamory.
The Malvasia wine seduced me by stealth, with a whisper. The red wines with their round, full bodies are the ones that stir my passions and while I’m usually immune to the allure of thin, spindly blondes, Malvasia hides her secrets well, daring you to discover them and so uncover the benevolent strength of the budding taste hiding behind her golden locks. It is a power which will bring you back to life just to knock you off your feet again, forcing you to forget all others in her intoxicating embrace.
To be in Istria is to fall in love a hundred times a day and a thousand times a night. Merlot is my afternoon love, even stronger when empowered by a bracing Istrian maneštra soup or the creamy delights of some fine pasta.
Muscat, mmm, the Muscat is the almighty power of the sun opening your eyes at the midnight hour to remove sleep from your weary eyelids, showing a way towards new nocturnal pleasures and surprises, like those amazingly imaginative Istrian sparkling wines that will first clear your mind and then mercilessly cloud it as you stare lovingly at the beauty of Istria softly sleeping under the gentle mists in the cradle of an airy night.
Istria is a synesthesia of delights involving all senses, a love made eternal in nature and architecture, in sea and hills, a synergy of the human and the divine. Istrian wines are, in turn, a synesthesia of Istria itself.