#French Varietals

[findurmuse]

Château Forte: voyage au pays des vers électro

Style: électro, pop, variété française, chansons à texte

Titres: Insolomnie, Mélancolie Artiste: Château Forte

Découverts au détour d'un concert parisien sur l'eau froide de la Seine il y a une semaine de ça, Château Forte m'a marqué de son identité originale et ses sonorités planantes. La voix de leur chanteuse narre de belles histoires joliment dites, alors que l'instrumentale vous berce dans de douces vagues, comme une croisière.

Le soir du dit concert, ils sortaient leur premier EP: je ne peux que vous inciter à aller l'écouter en entier ! Cela dit, pour une humeur légère et dansante, je ne peux que vous recommander Insolomnie. Là où, pour flotter dans une mélancolie heureuse, leur titre au nom similaire (Mélancolie) vous conviendra parfaitement.

Pour les amateur-ices de jazz, vous reconnaitrez sûrement un timbre proche de Stacey Kent, qui accompagnera votre virée tout en douceur.

-H 🔥

[varieteisfrench]

change has come

I've changed my logo and username and blog name. its inspired for my name and variety.

[ganonjo]

Ganonjo-viclamb rap pop music french pop chanson française

[postcard-from-the-past]

100 years ago:

MOULIN ROUGE at night, PARIS, France 🇫🇷 by BOC Photos on Flickr

[foldingfittedsheets]

The high gluten production in wheat is more directly related to the type of wheat thats grown in the us and the soil and temperatures it grown in than pesticide use. While its good to be aware who pesticide use affects us and the food we eat, gluten intolerance is probably not one of those things.

So I took a nutrition class a few years ago because it taught cooking which I’m famously pretty terrible at. It was the same college my beloved attended for acupuncture. The school also does nutrition, naturopathic medicine, midwifery, and several other health career paths.

From this course I learned that current reality is that many USians who go to Europe with gluten issues experience no problems eating gluten products there. The initial thought was that the strength of gluten was the main contributing factor but more research is starting to support constant pesticide ingestion with inflammation as well. This includes pesticides on fruits and veggies we consume in the US

So yes the US wheat does have different varietals with stronger gluten but both that and pesticides are considered contributing factors when assessing what’s causing more gluten sensitivity in the US. However it’s hard for anyone to isolate exactly what part of US wheat fucks people up.

The TLDR is that French flour would address both issues for me.

[thomaswyrmwood]

I Promised Coffee Didn't I?

Specialty coffee has to be one of my greatest comforts. Each morning I get to participate in a morning ritual, drink a delicious cup, and know that the money I used to pay for the bag of beans actually goes to the right people — the farmers.

However, this obsession (addiction) had a surprising starting point. My origins for specialty coffee beans came from a video game of all places. Persona 5 has this one great mechanic where the main character Ren can make pour-over coffee and then bring it into the field where they can use it to restore SP outside of combat. What makes this mechanic so memorable for me is that as you progress through the game Sojiro, the owner of Cafe Leblanc, will teach Ren about different specialty coffee beans.

The above characteristics of Persona 5 are what got me into specialty coffee. Before I was just an ignorant high schooler just throwing pre-ground Starbucks roasts into my parents' French Press (Plunger for you British and British colony citizens). I mean... a better start for most high schoolers, but still... I was ignorant. After this game, I continued to learn about varietals, blends, and heirlooms of beans, and oooh boy, did I get into it.

However, I am not here to thank Persona 5 for getting me into this admittedly, to be honest, addiction, but to pay homage to the game by going over every varietal in their own blog post. In each upcoming blog post, I'll go over 1.) The variety, region, and tasting notes 2.) Can you buy these from an ethical source 3.) The price range 4.) My own personal review of these varietals if I can buy them without going broke.

Between these posts, I'll also write a summary of a folk creature originating from the same region as these varietals. If the region has a creature represented in Persona 5 I will automatically choose to do a summary of said creature. Maybe with a twist. Maybe I'll describe the said creature as a varietal of bean and what tasting notes it would have? Maybe I'll discuss how effective a barista the creature would make? Who knows!? I certainly don't because I haven't decided yet!

[hasdrubal-gisco]

one thing you'll notice if you sample newspapers from like 1904 is how much more commonly french phrases were used, even in english or german texts. how alien the world must have been a century ago, when you as a belgian (flemish varietal) were visiting canton, and the only phrases you and your opium dealer can both pull together are "s'il vous plait" and "tout va bien," mirroring today's "for you, my friend" and "it good, you buy ?" that even a coconut water vendor in cambodia can string together because his niece is on tiktok

[kvetchlandia]

Bill Brandt     Reflected Self-portrait, East Sussex     1966

“It is part of the photographer’s job to see more intensely than most people do. He must have and keep in him something of the receptiveness of the child who looks at the world for the first time or of the traveler who enters a strange country. Most photographers would feel a certain embarrassment in admitting publicly that they carried within them a sense of wonder, yet without it they would not produce the work they do, whatever their particular field. It is the gift of seeing the life around them clearly and vividly, as something that is exciting in its own right. It is an innate gift, varying in intensity with the individual’s temperament and environment...

I had the good fortune to start my career in Paris in 1929, working in the studio of Man Ray... For any young photographer at that time, Paris was the centre of the world. Those were the exciting early days when the French poets and surrealists recognized the possibilities of photography...

There were the surrealist publications, Bifui, Varietes Minotaure and others, the first magazines to choose photographs for their poetic quality. There were the surrealist films such as Bunuel’s notorious Le Chien Andalou and L’Age d’ Or, which had a strong effect on photography. One could say that it was now that modern photography was born.

Atget’s work was at last being published. He had died almost unrecognised, two years before. Brassai, Kertesz and Cartier-Bresson were all working in Paris, as well as Man Ray. Man Ray, the most original photographer of them all, had just invented the new techniques of rayographs and solarization. I was a pupil in his studio, and leaned much from his experiments...” Bill Brandt

[mystardustmelodyyy]

A tale of love, lust, & crime!

I’ve had this rattling around in my head for a while 💋

Thank you to my girl @remotewatch for playing editor this time! 🌹

Beverly Hills, 1971

Lieutenant Amato had been in the homicide department a long time. Eighteen years, to be exact- he’d questioned his fair share of widows. There was no doubt in his mind that Sabrina Van Ecken, the thirty-one year old housewife who was serving him fresh lemonade in her garden less than 48 hours after highway patrol found her husband belly up in the Pacific, was suspicious. But goddamnit, she was charming.

“These are heirloom roses, they’re much more fragrant than your modern varietal,” she chirped, handing him an iced drinking glass and a digestive biscuit. “You’re more than welcome to take some for your wife. How long did you say you had been married?”

Amato pushed up a grubby, coffee stained sleeve and accepted the treats. “It’s our silver anniversary this weekend.” He grunted.

“How grand!” Sabrina’s gold bracelets jingled like little bells as she clasped her hands together with glee. Then with an utmost seriousness, she removed her oversized sunglasses and looked him directly in the eye. “Lieutenant, I’m going to be straight with you. I’m glad Todd’s dead. But I didn’t kill him.

How brazen! Amato nearly choked on his biscuit. He dabbed the corner of his mouth with a nearby doily and composed himself. “That’s quite a statement, Mrs. Van Ecken.”

The young widow nodded and gingerly tucked some glossy strands of dark hair behind her ears., “I loved him in my own way you see. He wasn’t cruel or violent. But- and I’m sorry to speak ill of the dead so quickly- he was an ignoramus.”

“An ignoramus, miss?”

“Yes you know the type- doesn’t vote, leaves the toilet seat up, thinks Julia Child’s recipes are too exotic, that sort of thing.”

“I see.” Amato replied, thankful that years on the force had trained him to keep his cool even under strange circumstances like this one. “Do you know anyone who would want to kill him?”

“Oh plenty. Todd had a lot of enemies.” She nodded matter of factly, “His investor that he pantsed at a company meeting, all the country club caddies, servers he never tipped, I could go on. I don’t know what I expected, marrying into oil money.”

Amato scribbled furiously on his notepad. “What about his business partner that moved in recently? Jonathan Mollier?”

“Jonathan?” Sabrina’s expression softened “they had a complicated relationship as well. But it worked somehow. I can say with certainty, lieutenant, that if Todd had lived we would have stayed married and Jonathan would have been in business with him forever. Now that he’s gone… god rest his soul… we’ve both got a new lease on life.

“There has been talk of you two spending a lot of time together.” The lieutenant broached, raising his eyebrows. Sabrina just smiled.

“And they’re right! Jonathan has been helping me with the orphaned sea turtles foundation that I made through the company. Todd never was one for philanthropy, you see.” She took a long sip of lemonade. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but accidental death hasn’t been ruled out yet, has it?”

“It has not. As I’m sure you’re aware, your husband had enough DUIs that we are seriously considering that angle… by the way, is Jonathan Mollier from THE Mollier family? The ones on the east coast?”

“That’s correct. You’re a sharp one, lieutenant! I’d say you should question him too but he just went out paddle boarding. Perhaps you could come back later this week. I can arrange for some flowers to be made into a bouquet for your wife as well…”

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Lieutenant Amato left with a box of biscuits, a carafe of lemonade, and a spring in his step. Gosh, if only someone had told Sabrina in her younger years that manipulating the police was so simple! She might have had a glamorous stint as a cat burglar on the French Riviera in another life.

“He’s gone?” Jonathan Mollier, fresh off the paddle board in an unzipped wetsuit trotted towards the rose garden where Sabrina was waiting for him, arms outstretched.

“Yes,” Sabrina beamed, “I made him my famous lemonade.”

“Excellent, my love. The sooner we can get them to rule it an accidental death, the sooner we can leave town.”

🌺🌺🌺🌴🌴🌴🌴🌴☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️

Beverly Hills, 1971, two months earlier

If you’d asked Jonathan Mollier as an expat what it would take to get him back to the states, Todd Van Ecken would not have been on the list. In fact, when he’d met up with his former roommate during his last trip to New York, Todd proposing they go into business together initially came off as one of his infamous pranks. Until he started listing off facts, figures, and lucrative stock options. Todd even said that Jonathan could continue working in Japan from time to time, although he did want him to be primarily based in Beverly Hills with him. Jonathan, who had admittedly been feeling rather unmoored abroad since the birth of his sister’s second child and the passing of his beloved uncle, saw no better reason to return. California for a business venture- the perfect mix of new opportunities and old stomping grounds. When Todd picked him up from LAX Jonathan felt light and open, although that may have been partly due to the qualuudes his doctor had prescribed for the international flight. Even Todd’s erratic driving and excessive application of Old Spice while en route to his Beverly Hills mansion seemed charming rather than tiresome.

“So you’ll be in the guest suite on the west wing,” Todd said, flicking a cigarette butt out the window of his Jaguar Roadster “it ain’t the Ritz or anything but it should be roomy enough for those funky surf boards of yours”

“Paddle boards..” Jonathan corrected as he gently dusted stray ashes that had fallen onto his new YSL sport coat, “thanks again for letting me crash with you for a bit. I know nothing about California real estate.”

“Sure thing, you’re saving my ass here. Using my folks oil seismographs for consumer electronics was all fun and games until I realized I needed someone who actually understood the technology.”

“Oil man turned calculator entrepreneur is certainly a leap.” He agreed. “But if I learned anything at Toshiba, it’s that there’s a massive demand for chip tech. Anyway, I swear I’ll be out of your hair soon enough.”

“Don’t worry about it. Sabrina’s excited to have someone else in the house anyway.”

“Sabrina?”

“Yeah, Sabrina. My wife, ya dill weed.” Todd laughed. “You would’ve known that if you came to the wedding instead of sleeping on the floor in Japan or whatever it is you do over there. We’ve been married six years now.”

So it was the same girl. Todd had caused quite a stir amongst their old Yale classmates when he married a girl he’d met in Vegas less than a month after meeting her. It was rumored to be a shotgun wedding and when a baby never arrived it caused even more of a scandal.

“The ADPhi brothers and their wives still avoid her like the plague for god knows what reason” Todd continued, seemingly predicting his reaction. “Kinda bullshit, if you’ll pardon my French. I mean, what qualifications does a wife need, right? But she’s a sweet girl, you’ll like her. You both care about animals, believe it or not! Although I’ll tell ya, she’s been on my ass lately about getting a dog. She won’t shut up about it! But I told her, ‘no way Jose I don’t want those mongrels in the house’. I mean really! You’ll back me up on that, won’t you Jonathan?”

Jonathan rolled his eyes; the qualuudes hadn’t worn off, but Todd’s charm was waning to say the least. He gave a noncommittal “Mmhhmm” before drifting off to sleep as Todd continued to yap his way through the roads of Los Angeles county.

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The Van Eckens tried out a few rental properties before committing to buy when they’d settled in Los Angeles. First it was a high rise on Wilshire Boulevard, but the lack of greenery made them both stir crazy. Then it was a Pierre Koenig house in the Hollywood Hills, which to this day Sabrina maintained was stunning, but Todd was disturbed by the amount of right angles. Eventually they settled on a neo colonial style mansion with a rounded balcony, lush landscaping, and easy access to the ocean. When Jonathan exited the Roadster, the bracing sea breeze felt like a shot of espresso.

He’d packed modestly for his flight- just a trusty Hartman suitcase and the treasured attaché that belonged to his late uncle. Most of his belongings were set to arrive tomorrow morning. Jonathan took it upon himself to unpack and freshen up when he and Todd entered the house with no Sabrina in sight.

“She’s around, I’ll find her.” Todd shrugged. “Your room is up the stairs, second door to the left if you wanna get settled. The phone in there isn’t connected yet but we’ve got another in the kitchen. Holler if you need anything.”

Getting his belongings in order didn’t take long at all, but putting his to-do list together was another matter. He needed to call his folks now that he was back in the states; they’d be at the Martha’s Vineyard house this time of year. Then there was renewing his driver’s license, touching base with investors, replacing his shoehorn that broke in transit to California… It was dizzying. Oh, how he longed to take an impromptu dip in the ocean and forget all his responsibilities! Luckily the sun had begun to set, so kicking back in the leather Marsala lounge chair setup and turning on some music seemed like a completely reasonable course of action. Jonathan even indulged in one of the pastel mints that had been artfully composed on top of his flanged pillow, like icing on a lambeth cake. There was a stationary card too, featuring a message written in big loopy script.

Welcome back, Jonathan!

Below the message there was a drawing that could only be Todd’s contribution; a rendering of the Hanna Barbera character Hong Kong Phooey breaking a cinder block, with a word bubble above the cartoon dog’s head.

It’s about damn time! Hi-ya!

Jonathan politely folded the card stock in half so that only the first message was visible.

As he began to fiddle with the radio controls, he could vaguely make out a woman’s voice chatting with Todd downstairs followed by the sound of agile footsteps pattering up the staircase and an airy “I’ll be down in a jiffy!”

Jonathan, who was in no rush himself, settled on the USC radio station before strolling to the bay window, surveying his new digs. The rose gardens in the back of the house were even more stunning than the impeccably trimmed boxwoods in the front landscaping. He was thrilled to see there was a slight view of the ocean in his room, albeit partially obscured by what appeared to be the master suite. Man, those California sunsets really were something. Cotton Candy clouds dotted the sky as gold light flooded into his room, and for a moment, Jonathan felt an all consuming wave of calm wash over him. So much so that he almost missed the leggy brunette in tennis whites dash into the master suit and beeline for the closet, disappearing behind a buttery yellow curtain… the elusive lady of the house!

She does, indeed, change in a jiffy. Not even a minute goes by before Mrs. Van Ecken comes out clad in a Pucci mini dress and twirls happily in front of her vanity mirror, mane of dark hair bouncing around. Jonathan was transfixed. But, as she began to tie a matching scarf into her hair she paused, frowning.

What could be troubling such an exquisite creature?

Not even a nanosecond later, she darted back behind the curtain only to return in a plain, wool shift dress. She stared blankly into the mirror, arms akimbo, before throwing them up in frustration and retreating into her sartorial lab. It was almost comically in tune with the frenetic Beatles song blaring on the radio.

Ah, she's got a ticket to ride

She's got a ticket to ride

She's got a ticket to ride

But she don't care

The third time she emerges she’s in a fluffy pink bathrobe carrying an armful of options that were still on their hangers. A boho printed maxi dress? No. A frilly, wide collared babydoll frock? No. A slick ivory jumpsuit? No, no, NO. Each contender was held up to the mirror and discarded with increasing force while Paul, John, Ringo and George descended into musical cacophony.

My baby don't care, my baby don't care

My baby don't care, my baby don't care

My baby don't care, my baby don't care

This is when she sees Jonathan, who realized that he had gone from mild observation to fully studying the scene before him with rapt attention. Surely the long flight was to blame for him forgetting his manners? How uncouth of him! He scurries to the bay window drapery and quickly mouths “Sorry” to her, hoping the blush flooding his cheeks isn’t visible across the way.

She just smiles and gives a little wave as she mouths back “It’s ok!”

Jonathan nodded awkwardly, still flustered, and closed the drapes. He threw on a fresh cashmere polo and smoking slippers before heading downstairs. Given the time difference his parents would likely be in bed already, but maybe he could ring one of his sisters before dinner.

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TO BE CONTINUED 💋💕

[zyrafowe-sny]

Friends in my phone, I just put an entire raw jalapeño varietal in my mouth thinking it was one of those sweet snacking peppers our veggie CSA gives us sometimes.

I had no idea our CSA grew jalapeños.

I had no idea there were jalapeños that weren't green. (I have now Googled and know better.)

Now, I like jalapeños. They're one of my favorite pizza toppings (excellent with pineapple). I enjoy pickled jalapeños in sandwiches. They're key ingredients in many other dishes I enjoy.

But after three inches of unexpected jalapeño, seeds and all, this white girl needed about 4 cups of milk, a handful of cherry tomatoes (also from our CSA - excellent!), and a French roll before the tears stopped and my mouth stopped burning. (I also became a snotty mess.)

Next time, I will check the produce list. :P

[maximumwobblerbanditdonut]

Les Feuilles Mortes lyrics and English translation

“Les Feuilles Mortes” (“The Dead Leaves”) was composed in 1945 by Joseph Kosma with lyrics by poet Jacques Prévert for the 1946 French film Les Portes de la Nuit. Yves Montand was the first to perform the tune in the film, which was set in World War II Paris and was part of the “poetic realism” movement.

In 1945, Prévert wrote the film script "Les Portes de la Nuit" (a film of Marcel Carné - 1946), from a ballet "Le Rendez-Vous" created by Roland Petit in 1945. The two first verses of a song give the title : "Les enfants qui s'aiment s'embrassent debout/contre les Portes de la Nuit". Jean Gabin and Marlene Dietrich had acepted to play the two characters, but at last, they changed for another movie : "Martin Roumagnac".

A young french singer presented by Edith Piaf : Yves Montand plays this very pessimist film and sung "Les Feuilles Mortes". The music was created, before, by Joseph Kosma for the ballet "Le Rendez-Vous" in 1945, and Prévert wrote, after, the words for the movie.

The poem was published, after the death of Jacques Prévert, in the book "Soleil de Nuit" in 1980

“Les Feuilles Mortes”

Oh, je voudais tant que tu te souviennes

Des jours heureux où nous étions amis

En ce temps-là la vie était plus belle

Et le soleil plus brûlant qu'aujourd'hui.

Les feuilles mortes se ramassent à la pelle

Tu vois, je n'ai pas oublié

Les feuilles mortes se ramassent à la pelle

Les souvenirs et les regrets aussi.

Et le vent du Nord les emporte,

Dans la nuit froide de l'oubli.

Tu vois je n'ai pas oublié,

La chanson que tu me chantais...

Les feuilles mortes se ramassent à la pelle

Les souvenirs et les regrets aussi,

Mais mon amour silencieux et fidèle

Sourit toujours et remercie la vie.

Je t'aimais tant, tu étais si jolie,

Comment veux-tu que je t'oublie?

En ce temps-là la vie était plus belle

Et le soleil plus brûlant qu'aujourd'hui.

Tu étais ma plus douce amie

Mais je n'ai que faire des regrets.

Et la chanson que tu chantais,

Toujours, toujours je l'entendrai.

C'est une chanson qui nous ressemble,

Toi tu m'aimais, moi je t'aimais

Et nous vivions, tous deux ensemble,

Toi qui m'aimais, moi qui t'aimais.

Mais la vie sépare ceux qui s'aiment,

Tout doucement, sans faire de bruit

Et la mer efface sur le sable

Les pas des amants désunis.

C'est une chanson qui nous ressemble,

Toi tu m'aimais et je t'aimais

Et nous vivions tous deux ensemble,

Toi qui m'aimais, moi qui t'aimais.

Mais la vie sépare ceux qui s'aiment,

Tout doucement, sans faire de bruit

Et la mer efface sur le sable

Les pas des amants désunis

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Oh! I would like as much as you remember

The happy days where we were friends.

In this time the life was more beautiful,

And the sun more burning than today.

The dead leaves collected with the shovel.

You see, I did not forget...

The dead leaves collected with the shovel,

The memories and the regrets also

And the wind of North carries them

In the cold night of the lapse of memory.

You see, I did not forget

The song that you sang me.

[ Refrain: ]

This is a song which resembles to us.

You, you loved me and I loved you

And we lived both together,

You who loved me, me who loved you.

But the life separate those which love themselves,

All softly, without making noise

And the sea erases on the sand

The Steps of divided lovers.

The dead leaves collected with the shovel,

The memories and the regrets also

But my quiet and faithful love

Smiles always and thanks the life

I loved you so much, you was so pretty.

Why do you want that I forget you ?

In this time, the life was more beautiful

And the sun more burning than today.

You were my softer friend

But I don't have only to make regrets

And the song than you sang,

Always, always I will hear it !

The penultimate day of the 2024 Olympics in Paris brings not only medals but memories from the Legends of France French music 🇫🇷

#chanteur #scene #chanson #musique #yvesmontand #varietefrancaise #variete #chansonfrancaise #chansonamour

Posted 10th August 2024

[vine-black]

It begins, again.

Everyone is still inside for now, despite our positive 15 days. Nights are still too chilly for comfort, and we may see one last brief snow some time next week. I think my dog is looking forward to getting his napping spot by the sliding door back, once all these confounded pots are out of his way.

I've started lots of tomatoes, mostly from a mixbag of F1 varietals, so we will see how that turns out. It's like some kind of cherry tomato gachapon. Pictured with the above mentioned tomato is a tiny basil I've planted in the pot with him. Tomatoes like a little flavourful friend.

I have so very many french marigolds I've started from open pollinated seed I saved from last season. 28 of these goofy bitches so far. They will not be stopped. Pictured here also are a couple of rogue snapdragons from Mckenzie's Magic Carpet mix. I will share those boys later.

I'm doing multiple pots of the Heavenly Blue morning glories, I really loved growing them last year. I wish I lived somewhere where I could have them grow up the side of my house, but our season is too short and dry, our winters are too bitter. But it's nice to dream, isn't it?

[ramensauce2pointoh-blog]

fuck it up dude!!

why does wine have legs?

how does one taste if its been in a whiskey barrel or other such subtle flavors?

how does soil affect the final product? differences b/t California and Chile? (specifically bc i love a Chilean red lol)

Thank you very much!

Why does wine have legs?

The legs are a clue in a wine as to the alcoholic content and sugar content by volume the wine possesses. More alcoholic= more legs and the legs run slower down the glass (kind of like humans after drinking).

Swirling your wine is predominantly done to open up some of those fantastic (or not so much) aromatics wine can possess.

How does one taste if it's been in a whiskey barrel or other such subtle flavors?

The key clues you'll be looking for in barrel aging varies in your type of wine. Also, there are different types of barrels that come from different trees from different parts of the world.

White wines aged in oak barrels, like chardonnay from California, will have a more rich flavor on the palette with coconut, vanilla, and dill.

With red wines you get those delicious notes of baking spice, tobacco, smoke, even caramel and clove.

How strong these notes are in a wine is MAINLY dependent on two variables: The age of the barrel and size of the barrel. Newer barrels have more flavor to impart to a wine than used barrels.

In relation to barrel size: smaller barrel = more surface area to contact the wine= more flavortown. Larger barrels = less surface area to contact the wine= less flavortown.

By the way, many wine regions in Europe have SUPER strict laws regarding barrel usage which also can clue you into where a wine is from if you blind taste.

How does soil affect the final product? differences b/t California and Chile? (specifically bc i love a Chilean red lol)

Soil plays a HUGE role in how grapes grow! Different soils will affect:

Drainage- Some grapes don't like too much water.

Water retention- Some grapes love more water!

Sun reflection- Can help with ripening and temperature moderation.

Fun fact: South American vines can actually be some of the OLDEST vine lineages in existence, which also come from French varietals. Also one of my favorite stories from the world of wine is about the Carmenere grape, which was recently rediscovered in Chile recently. Me and ALL my homies hate Phylloxera. #iykyk

As for the soil variations between each region:

From what I gather, all the Pacific coast regions (including Chile and Cali) are primarily a mish mash of varying soils. I'd have to look into a specific vineyard or geographical location to find exact differences.

[webpostx]

There are seven primary wine-producing regions in France: Alsace, Bordeaux, Burgundy, Loire, Provence, and the Rhone Valley comprise the dominant French wine regions. These regions are known for particular grape varietals as dictated by the district's indigenous terroir.

[bizzna-pop]

Exploring the World of French Fries: A Flavorful Guide for Distributors and Retailers

French fries are a universal comfort food, beloved for their irresistible crunch and savory flavor. As a key offering from distributors, the sheer variety of fries available today allows businesses—whether theaters, cafes, or restaurants—to cater to a wide range of tastes. But fries aren’t just about satisfying hunger; they’re about elevating your menu, attracting diverse customers, and creating memorable dining experiences. Let’s explore the different types of French fries that distributors offer and how each can add value to your business.

1. Classic Cut Fries

When most people think of fries, they think of classic cut. These golden, long strips of potato perfection are crispy on the outside and fluffy on the inside—exactly what a French fry should be. Classic cut fries are versatile, pairing seamlessly with any dip or condiment, and they never go out of style. For businesses, they’re the foundation of a reliable and crowd-pleasing menu item that customers can’t resist.

2. Crinkle-Cut Fries

Crinkle-cut fries stand out with their distinctive ridged texture and enhanced crispiness. Their unique shape not only catches the eye but also makes them ideal for holding onto sauces and seasonings. For restaurants or cafes looking to offer something with a little extra crunch and flair, crinkle-cut fries are a smart addition. Distributors carry these wavy fries to help you add a playful, yet delicious twist to your offerings.

3. Steak Fries

For a more indulgent experience, steak fries deliver a thick-cut, hearty bite. Their large surface area creates a satisfying contrast between crispy edges and a tender, fluffy interior. They’re perfect for pairing with hearty meals like steaks, burgers, and BBQ, offering a robust side dish that customers love. Distributors stock steak fries to cater to businesses looking to add a premium, satisfying option to their menus.

4. Sweet Potato Fries

As health-conscious dining continues to trend upward, sweet potato fries have become a popular alternative to traditional fries. These fries, made from sweet potatoes, provide a balance of sweetness and saltiness, paired with a vibrant orange color that looks striking on any plate. Whether served with savory dips or drizzled with honey, sweet potato fries cater to customers looking for a healthier indulgence. They’re a must-have for distributors seeking to meet the demand for nutritious, on-trend sides.

5. Loaded Fries

If you're looking to offer something more extravagant, loaded fries take the classic to the next level. Piled high with toppings like melted cheese, bacon bits, sour cream, and jalapeños, loaded fries are a crowd-pleaser. They bring a gourmet twist to a simple snack, transforming fries into a shareable, Instagram-worthy dish. Distributors are offering pre-made loaded fry options, allowing businesses to serve up this indulgent treat with ease.

6. Curly Fries

Curly fries are a fun, visually captivating alternative to straight-cut fries. Their spiral shape and seasoned coating give them a flavorful punch and an addictive texture. With their fun look and bold seasoning, they’re especially popular among younger customers and anyone looking for something a bit more exciting. French fries distributors stock curly fries to add a quirky, yet flavorful option that’s perfect for cafes, bars, and casual dining spots.

7. Shoestring Fries

For those who love the crunch without the weight, shoestring fries are the perfect choice. Thin and ultra-crispy, these fries offer a light, airy texture that makes them perfect for snacking. Their smaller size means they cook quickly and maintain their crunch, making them a great option for appetizers or side dishes. Distributors frequently supply shoestring fries to businesses looking for a lighter, yet still satisfying, fry option.

Why Partnering with the Right Distributor Matters

The key to keeping your customers happy lies in the variety and quality of fries you offer. Partnering with a reputable distributor like Bizznapop, which delivers a broad range of fry types from classic to gourmet, ensures that your business can cater to evolving customer tastes. Whether you’re a fast-food outlet looking to serve up quick classics or a trendy café aiming to offer loaded, gourmet creations, having access to a wide variety of fries can help you stand out in a competitive market.

Conclusion: Elevate Your Menu with French Fries

The world of French fries is vast, diverse, and filled with opportunities to delight your customers. Whether you’re sticking with the timeless appeal of classic cut fries or branching out into loaded or curly fries, there’s fry for every taste and occasion. By partnering with a trusted French fries distributor, you can enhance your menu, attract new customers, and keep them coming back for more. Explore the possibilities today and let French fries become the star of your menu!

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Cape Town Wine Tour - A Complete Guide to Wine Tasting in Cape Town

Cape Town is world-renowned for its breathtaking scenery, diverse culture, and exceptional wine. Located between dramatic mountains and expansive vineyards, the Cape Winelands offers visitors a unique opportunity to explore some of the best wineries in South Africa. Whether you're a seasoned wine connoisseur or a curious novice, a Cape Town Wine Tour is an unforgettable experience. This guide will walk you through what to expect, where to go, and why the Cape Winelands should be at the top of your itinerary.

Why Choose a Cape Town Wine Tour?

Cape Town’s wine region is one of the oldest in the world, with a history dating back to the 17th century. The region’s Mediterranean climate, coupled with its fertile soil, creates the perfect conditions for growing a wide variety of grapes. From robust reds to crisp whites and delicate rosés, Cape Town’s vineyards produce some of the finest wines in the world.

A Cape Town Wine Tour allows you to experience this rich history and taste the variety that the region has to offer, all while soaking in the stunning landscapes that surround the vineyards. Beyond the wine, many estates are home to world-class restaurants, art galleries, and even wildlife, making a visit to the Winelands a holistic experience.

Top Wine Regions to Explore

There are several key wine regions around Cape Town, each with its unique charm:

Stellenbosch: This historic town is the heart of South Africa’s wine country. Stellenbosch is known for its elegant Cape Dutch architecture, leafy oak-lined streets, and most importantly, its wine. It’s famous for its Cabernet Sauvignon, Pinotage, and Merlot. Many wineries here offer tastings paired with local food, providing a full sensory experience.

Franschhoek: Known as the “food and wine capital of South Africa,” Franschhoek is a must-visit for gastronomes and wine lovers alike. The town, founded by French Huguenots, retains its European charm, and its wineries are famous for producing sparkling wines and méthode cap classique. Take the Franschhoek Wine Tram for a unique way to explore multiple estates in one day.

Paarl: Just north of Stellenbosch, Paarl is home to some of South Africa’s oldest wine farms. The region is known for its Shiraz and Chardonnay and offers beautiful views of granite rock formations and sprawling vineyards. Paarl is also where you can visit KWV, one of the country’s most historic wine cooperatives.

What to Expect on a Cape Town Wine Tour

A typical wine tour lasts between half a day and a full day. Most tours include stops at several estates, allowing you to sample different wines and learn about the winemaking process. Many estates offer guided tastings led by knowledgeable staff who will introduce you to their wine varieties, explain the unique qualities of each, and suggest ideal food pairings.

In addition to wine tastings, many wineries provide cellar tours, where you can see the production process firsthand. Some tours even include vineyard walks, where you’ll learn about the different grape varietals and the techniques used in cultivating them.

Tips for Wine Tasting

Pace yourself: With so many wines to taste, it’s easy to overindulge. Sip slowly and taste each wine.

Ask questions: The guides are experts in their field and can provide insights into the wines, the region, and the winemaking process.

Bring a notebook: If you’re serious about learning, jot down your impressions of each wine.

Stay hydrated and eat: Drinking water between tastings and enjoying food pairings will enhance your experience.

Final Thoughts

A Cape Town Wine Tour is a feast for the senses. Whether you're drawn by the history, the scenery, or the incredible wines, the Cape Winelands offer an unforgettable experience that should not be missed.

Don’t miss out on this extraordinary adventure! Book your Cape Town Wine Tour with Wow Travel & Tours today and begin a journey that will leave you craving for more. Raise your glass and let the magic unfold on this perfect Cape Town Wine Tours Cheers to a remarkable experience with us!