In honor of this lovely day, let me say that water is so profoundly boring.
I understand that it is “necessary” to our “vitality,” but… ugh.
As someone who spends most waking moments trying to decipher what it is that I am smelling, tasting or feeling, I can honestly say that when done right, water is the crystallization of inconsequential.
Tasting one’s way through the day, from the moment you wake up until the last blink before bed, is such a rich and present way to pass the time. One surely has meaningful days or worthless days, thrilling days and days of pure, relentless sorrow. But if you focus on the beauty of the details throughout, it makes each moment more poignant. With each passing new smell, there is a new association with a time or place or person.
The brain, as it happens, is organized so that the area of smell is adjacent to the hippocampus- the area where memories are made and stored. It is the sense that is most closely linked to memory. Red wine is doubly potent in that not only does it carry strong scents, but it is packed with antioxidants, which act against brain decay.
Current theory stipulates that the reason smell and memory are so closely linked are so that once an animal remembers the smell of a food, he can go find it again. Why water wouldn’t be the smelliest of objects then, is baffling.
We had the Walla Walla Chamber Music Festival play at the vineyard and winery last Friday and it was beautiful. I might very well have a future association with Gamache Vineyard Malbec and Debussey. And what a lovely thought that would be.
So glad it wasn’t water.