Hungarians and Finns grasped each other by the hands and embraced, thanking for a mutual journey towards the west. It was time to start off into individual directions. To the Pusta, and to the far North.
This took place at a time when Mediterranean viticulture was still just a thought inside the skulls of the pre-platonists, waiting to get out from the world of ideas, and to be rooted in the fertile bosom of Mother Earth.
Be that mythology or truth, but the people of Väinämöinen travelled to a land of forests, snow, and thousands of lakes, and the Hungarians to the pusta and to the shores of their great river and one lake.
The Hungarians could not have guessed that some day the mighty man of the Mediterranean, the Pope himself, would order his and Vatican's communion wines from them. Because mythology becomes a truth, and truth turns into another mythology.
Now both the peoples, Finns and Hungarians, live "in an urban limousine with a compression ratio that would startle even the Pope" *. So, I'm enjoying the wine of my brothers. Am I envious? Should we also have headed towards the south? - No, because I know of an experience my brothers can not enjoy. They can't experience how it feels to uncover a currant bush, and a gooseberry, from 4 feet of snow in March. How strong the aromas of hibernating summer can be when the familiar scents I associate with my beloved wines are freed from the surrounding snow and ice, and start to flood my nostrils. **
Kékfrankos? A grape grown mostly in Austria and Hungary. What might be the mythology? Propably memories of the great Hungaro-Austrian Empire, and perhaps even closer ties with France. The grape gives the wine a courageous structure, almost a malbec like harshness, that is made pleasantly softer by good old merlot. The nose of this youngish wine is of pure grape. The medium bodied taste has a good bearing and nice linger. A wine with 'a character'. That comes readily into my mind. The modern production of our brothers gives reason to be expecting nice things in the future. And the PQR has guaranteed that this cuvée is very readily at hand when we start setting the table.
