Some Different Ways of Looking at a Blackbird

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A “Proprietary Red Wine” from a man named Michael Polenske, who hit it big in other enterprises then started Blackbird Vineyards, raises the following thought: “Proprietary Red Wine” is part of an appealing minitrend in winemaking—the trend to blend. Single-varietal identification, in other words, has grown a little stale. There’s only so much mystery you can imply when you call a wine by the name of its main grape.

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Among twenty snowy mountains, / The only moving thing / Was the eye of the blackbird.
(This is actually the first verse from the great Wallace Stevens poem “Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird.”)

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The Blackbird proprietary blend is a “Pomerol inspired” wine, in the words of the accompanying literature, adding further to the feeling that this trend to blend is real. Why? Because witness number four:

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A wine made from 95 percent Merlot, 5 percent Cabernet Sauvignon. If ever there was a wine that deserved to be called Merlot, this one qualifies. Also, what’s so proprietary about a blend when you announce it in whole numbers on the back of the bottle?

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I was of three minds, / Like a tree / In which there are three blackbirds.

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Conclusion: The labeling of “Proprietary Red Wine” is meant to encourage focus on the “Pomerol inspired” part of the marketing, and distract from the “Merlot” part of the truth.

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The blackbird whirled in the autumn winds. / It was a small part of the pantomime.

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There’s nothing wrong with Blackbird’s obvious marketing ploy: All of us who were scared away from Merlot by Paul Giamatti’s “I am not drinking any fucking Merlot!” in Sideways could indeed use a reminder that Pomerol, one of the great Bordeaux appellations, for which connoisseurs pay giant money, is composed largely of Merlot.

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And this is far more important than the rest: Blackbird “Proprietary Red Wine” is so good it’s a blessing.

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A man and a woman / Are one. / A man and a woman and a blackbird / Are one.

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Opening my own bottle of Blackbird, on a nothing night at home, when I’d made a lamb stew from Lulu’s Provençal Table, a ridiculously good cookbook, I had to admit that it was an imperfect pairing.

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It hardly mattered: This wine has such a dazzling array of flavors and smells, all so well fused into an uplifting whole, that the food couldn’t bring it down.

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I do not know which to prefer, / The beauty of inflections / Or the beauty of innuendoes, / The blackbird whistling / Or just after.

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