#volcan gris

[philoursmars]

Avec Christine, on a fêté nos 40 ans d'amitié en faisant un voyage de 15 jours en Sicile.

Montée vers l'Etna. Le Volcan dans un camaïeu de gris avec une touche de bleu (et le jaune de la veste de Christine !)

[akystaracer22]

Let’s Make a Deal

Synopsis: Let's go back a moment, how exactly did Adam end up joining the hotel? And how was the graveyard created? Lucifer makes a deal with Adam, but not for what Lucifer thought it would be.

Notes:

I’m feeding you Papa Adam fans. This one’s for you.

So… remember how I mentioned Lucifer catching Adam back in Distrust Fall?

As Adams getting dressed, he’s resolutely not processing the fact that he fell and more thinking over the events before he died. Which leads to him remembering the dead exorcists.

Here’s how Adam fell: He broke the first commandment! “You shall have no other gods before Me” and in doing so landed earned Gods ire. Combining that with Sir Pentious’ redemption, Adam was pulled from death and fell to hell.

It’s so fucking funny to write this being used to Lucifer and Adam being on good terms because I have to step back and say, “Okay but now they fucking hate each other with an undertone of romantic tension and desperation and what ifs.”

I’ve had this idea FOR FUCKING AGES.

Word Count: 1640

Fic under cut!

Lucifer was falling.

Unsurprisingly, it hurt a lot less than last time, especially since he wasn’t the one burning.

When Nifty mentioned a shooting star, his blood had frozen as he threw the window open to see the falling angel.

Hell never had stars to fall.

He’d taken off from the hotel, shooting through the sky to try and catch the fallen, partially to keep Pentagram city from being destroyed by the force of the fall, but mostly to try and lessen the pain of the impact.

He didn’t want another to fall like he had.

The burning agony magnified by the brimstone’s crushing hug.

If nothing else, he could stop that.

The fallen morning star threw out his magic, forcing it against gravity as he twisted the two of them, so he was on top, spreading his wings to catch the air. He couldn’t make out the details of the fallen angel under the blaze of hellfire, but it was definitely a man.

Disappointing, in another life it could have been Adam.

The king shut the thought down immediately, Adam was dead and for good reason, that wasn’t something to even begin to address when there were bigger issues.

He was able to change their trajectory, bringing them closer to the land surrounding the hotel. It was still ruined after the battle, which made it a perfect crash-land site.

The landing, while not graceful, was definitely softer than it would have been otherwise. Lucifer shoved the man to the ground immediately, stepping back and using his magic to mend his own mostly wrecked clothing as the brimstone and volcanic rock devoured the unholy flames and completed the fall.

The first thing Lucifer could see was the wings, great broad things that should carry the angel well, yet the king only wanted to throw up staring at the left wing. It was in ruin, most of his secondaries and half his primaries were gone. The smell of burning feathers left Lucifer wanting to gag. What the fuck. What the fuck did this man do to deserve that.

His eyes drifted down towards the angels face, and suddenly Lucifer could guess what the angel did to deserve his fate.

His horns curled over his head in a hauntingly familiar way, the tips streaked with gold. Shards of horn dotted his cheeks and decorated the base of his horns. Ash grey hair that used to be brown so long ago. His skin colour reduced to monochrome grey that would have never hinted to once being tan. The angels hands were dipped in that same golden colour of his horns, Lucifer could laugh at the irony.

Of course, Adam’s hands would be coloured the same gold of the angels who died under his command. And of fucking course he’d somehow manage to find a way to cheat death.

Lucifer stepped back and narrowed his eyes into a sharp glare as Adam groaned and came to, watching his wings twitch in pain as he struggled into a kneeling position, he didn’t see Lucifer yet, that much he was sure of.

The king just watched Adam catch his breath for a few moments before clearing his throat, grinning at the way Adam froze before scrambling to his feet. His wings moving despite the pain in an attempt to obscure Adam’s bare body.

“What the fuck.”

“Wow, is that how you greet the person who just saved you?”

“Fuck you!”

“Careful,” Lucifer bit out, his tail lashing behind him, “Remember who’s realm your in.”

Surprisingly, Adam seemed to have enough braincells to realise that picking a fight with the literal king of hell after just having fallen wasn’t the best idea and held his tongue for once.

Lucifer’s eyes raked over Adam’s form, noting the way Adam’s feathers bristled as the king’s eyes roamed. Huh…

Oh.

“Get dressed, Being naked isn’t exactly a good thing nowadays,” Lucifer summoned some clothes that should fit the first man and threw them at the fallen angel. Keeping him in his peripheral as the man quickly got dressed.

“Alright now get the fuck out of here, I can’t have you around here when Charlie gets down here.”

“Wait-”

“I’ll even be kind and I won’t tell deer boy you’re traipsing around hell now! He’s still angry about losing to you, good job by the way-”

“Lucifer!” The seraphim turned back to Adam who was standing with his wings spread, chest heaving at using energy he didn’t have for the outburst, “I’m not fucking leaving.”

“Oh no you don’t have a choice on the matter after what you did!” Lucifer snarled, wings flaring out in his own display to match Adams, “Get the fuck out of here before I make you.”

Adam froze up, his wings folding slightly under his hesitation which gave the king confidence. The first man was going to turn tail like the cowardly sack of shit he was. He turned around, satisfied that Adam wouldn’t be a bother for at least a little while.

“How about a deal.”

Lucifer paused before whipping around to stare at Adam, who stood his ground and held his head high despite the weight of his words.

“What.”

“You fucking heard me; I know you fuckers like making deals. So, let’s make a deal.”

“Oh, I heard you, but what could you possibly give me that I-”

“Whatever you want. Even my soul I don’t give a fucking shit,” Adam spat, “Whatever it takes to get you to take this deal.”

Lucifer paused, shocked by the audacity but intrigued nonetheless, “And what exactly do you want? Protection? Supplies?”

It wouldn’t matter anyway; not like he was actually considering the deal.

“I want you to help me bury my girls.”

…

What?

“My girls, the exorcists. I can’t-”

Adams voice cracked.

Immediately the first man locked up, his jaw snapped shut with an audible sound and he looked every part horrified.

Surprisingly, it didn’t stir any sense of satisfaction like he thought it would. Instead, Lucifer only felt a deep pit of dread.

Adam seemed to recover quickly, swallowing past whatever lump he had in his throat to continue, “I can’t recover their bodies fast enough. Not like this. I can dig as many graves as I can, but I need you to gather their bodies. I need to lay them to rest… please.”

Lucifer was flabbergasted, after everything he had the audacity to ask Lucifer to help him with this. To help bury the same damn angels who hunted hells denizens, who hunted his daughter?! Framed as a deal or not why the fuck would he ever think-

What if it was Charlie.

Lucifer froze at the thought, that tiny part of him as old as Eden piping up to tear down the devils rage with ease.

Shit.

Lucifer closed his eyes and clenched his jaw, shit. He couldn’t get the image out of his head. Charlies body broken and beaten like the corpses of the exorcists, Charlie-

Fuck. The angel of the Morningstar suppressed a flinch at the images.

But…

It wasn’t just his nightmare scenario he was dealing with now. It was Adam’s reality.

…

Damnit.

“You’re going to go to the hotel and give redemption a good shot.”

“What?”

“That’s my terms of the deal, if I do this, you’re going to walk into the hotel and work towards redemption. I’m not going to own your soul; this is a one-time deal. Take it or leave it.”

Lucifer’s hand glowed gold with his magic as he held it out, binding magic twisting through his fingertips.

Gold met gold, and the deal was done.

[----------------]

It took several hours to recover all the bodies.

Some of which was spent with Lucifer convincing the denizens of the hotel to stay inside, claiming that the fallen angel was a special brand of dangerous that only Lucifer could handle. He wasn’t exactly wrong.

Including Adam, 48 exorcists died in the extermination. And almost none of them were intact when Lucifer found them.

Broken, half eaten, or worse, hell wasn’t kind to the dead.

The corpses that were dragged back to Cannibal Town were the trickiest to acquire, the cannibals were never known to abandon their food and with them now be armed with angelic weapons… He needed to remind them who exactly was in charge to get them to surrender their meals.

He really needed to deal with the outbreak of the angelic weapons information. That was going to get a lot of attempts on his life.

With every corpse Lucifer teleported back to Adam, there was a sharp crackle of opposing magic, broken in it’s divinity but still potent.

That was going to be troublesome.

He should probably find a way to suppress Adams magic, untamed as it was now without heaven to temper it, it was going to be dangerous until his soul calmed down. However long that would be.

Lucifer sighed when he dropped the final body off at the hotel. Several of them were already gone and buried under blank gravestones, a last-minute addition of Lucifer’s to the summary, it’d be up to Adam whether or not he wanted to add any information on who was buried.

Lucifer watched silently as Adam carefully removed the helmet of the final exorcist, resolutely not looking down even as his feathers shook with rage. The first man and third fallen gently lowered the body into the grave before going to grab the shovel. Once the burial was done, he placed the helmet gingerly on the soil, marking the graves identity in a way Lucifer would never be able to know.

Then the moment was over, and Adam stood up, turning to look at Lucifer with a stare that would scorch bone if it could.

“Alright let’s get this fucking over with.”

[chicinsilk]

Harper's Bazaar October, 1974

Cheryl Tiegs wears a sable fur coat. By Christian Dior Furs, New York. With this natural golden fur, Cheryl adds depth to her eyes with the new volcanic gray gel cream eyeshadow and the taupe tartar color pencil, warms up her mouth with the new secret rose cream lipstick touched with natural lip gloss. All by Christian Dior. Hair and makeup by Benjamin.

Cheryl Tiegs porte un manteau de fourrure de zibeline. Par Christian Dior Furs, New York. Avec cette fourrure dorée naturelle, Cheryl ajoute de la profondeur à ses yeux avec le nouveau fard à paupières gel crème gris volcanique et le crayon de couleur taupe tartar, réchauffe sa bouche avec le nouveau rouge à lèvres crème rose secret touché de brillant à lèvres naturel. Le tout par Christian Dior. Coiffure et maquillage Benjamin.

Photo Rico Puhlmann

[deargodsno]

Two thousand years ago, a volcanic eruption buried an ancient library of papyrus scrolls now known as the Herculaneum Papyri. In the 18th century the scrolls were discovered. More than 800 of them are now stored in a library in Naples, Italy; these lumps of carbonized ash cannot be opened without severely damaging them. But how can we read them if they remain rolled up? On March 15th, 2023, Nat Friedman, Daniel Gross, and Brent Seales launched the Vesuvius Challenge to answer this question. Scrolls from the Institut de France were imaged at the Diamond Light Source particle accelerator near Oxford. We released these high-resolution CT scans of the scrolls, and we offered more than $1M in prizes, put forward by many generous donors. A global community of competitors and collaborators assembled to crack the problem with computer vision, machine learning, and hard work. Less than a year later, in December 2023, they succeeded. Finally, after 275 years, we can begin to read the scrolls. Grand Prize​ There was one submission that stood out clearly from the rest. Working independently, each member of our team of papyrologists recovered more text from this submission than any other. Remarkably, the entry achieved the criteria we set when announcing the Vesuvius Challenge in March: 4 passages of 140 characters each, with at least 85% of characters recoverable. This was not a given: most of us on the organizing team assigned a less than 30% probability of success when we announced these criteria! And in addition, the submission includes another 11 (!) columns of text — more than 2000 characters total. The results of this review were clear and unanimous: the Vesuvius Challenge Grand Prize of $700,000 is awarded to a team of three for their excellent submission. Congratulations to Youssef Nader, Luke Farritor, and Julian Schilliger! Runners up​ Of the remaining submissions, the scores from our team of papyrologists identify a three-way tie for runner up. These entries show remarkably similar readability to each other, but still stand out from the rest by being significantly more readable. Congratulations to the following teams, each taking home $50,000! Shao-Qian Mah. GitHub Elian Rafael Dal Prá, Sean Johnson, Leonardo Scabini, Raí Fernando Dal Prá, João Vitor Brentigani Torezan, Daniel Baldin Franceschini, Bruno Pereira Kellm, Marcelo Soccol Gris, and Odemir Martinez Bruno. GitHub Louis Schlessinger and Arefeh Sherafati. GitHub

What does the scroll say?​ To date, our efforts have managed to unroll and read about 5% of the first scroll. Our eminent team of papyrologists has been hard at work and has achieved a preliminary transcription of all the revealed columns. We now know that this scroll is not a duplicate of an existing work; it contains never-before-seen text from antiquity. The papyrology team are preparing to deliver a comprehensive study as soon as they can. You all gave them a lot of work to do! Initial readings already provide glimpses into this philosophical text. From our scholars: The general subject of the text is pleasure, which, properly understood, is the highest good in Epicurean philosophy. In these two snippets from two consecutive columns of the scroll, the author is concerned with whether and how the availability of goods, such as food, can affect the pleasure which they provide. Do things that are available in lesser quantities afford more pleasure than those available in abundance? Our author thinks not: “as too in the case of food, we do not right away believe things that are scarce to be absolutely more pleasant than those which are abundant.” However, is it easier for us naturally to do without things that are plentiful? “Such questions will be considered frequently.” Since this is the end of a scroll, this phrasing may suggest that more is coming in subsequent books of the same work. At the beginning of the first text, a certain Xenophantos is mentioned, perhaps the same man — presumably a musician — also mentioned by Philodemus in his work On Music. Richard Janko writes: “Is the author Epicurus' follower, the philosopher and poet Philodemus, the teacher of Vergil? It seems very likely. Is he writing about the effect of music on the hearer, and comparing it to other pleasures like those of food and drink? Quite probably. Does this text come from his four-part treatise on music, of which we know Book 4? Quite possibly: the title should soon become available to read. Is the Xenophantus who is mentioned the celebrated flute-player, or the man famous in antiquity for being unable to control his laughter, or someone else entirely? So many questions! But improvements to the identification of the ink, which can be expected, will soon answer most of them. I can hardly wait.” Scholars might call it a philosophical treatise. But it seems familiar to us, and we can’t escape the feeling that the first text we’ve uncovered is a 2000-year-old blog post about how to enjoy life. Is Philodemus throwing shade at the stoics in his closing paragraph, asserting that stoicism is an incomplete philosophy because it has “nothing to say about pleasure?” The questions he seems to discuss — life’s pleasures and what makes life worth living — are still on our minds today. We can expect many more works from Philodemus in the current collection, once we’re able to scale up this technique. But there could be other text as well — an Aristotle dialog, a lost history of Livy, a lost Homeric epic work, a poem from Sappho — who knows what treasures are hidden in these lumps of ash.

[erik--alonso]

Siempre sentí que mi facultad no era parte de CU.

Así me pareció desde mi primera visita, antes de ser estudiante ahí formalmente, hasta la última clase que cursé para cubrir mis créditos.

Me lo hacía sentir su color naranja y sus impolutos pasillos blancos con azul.

También me lo hacía sentir esa improvisada entrada angosta que conectaba la facultad con el campus central, unas diminutas escaleras que parecían más una salida secreta que una entrada.

Casi todos los alumnos entrábamos por ahí, o porque veníamos caminando por Copilco o porque la parada del Pumabús estaba también ahí.

Esa entrada también era lo único reconocido de nuestra facultad, porque la gente iba a comer al célebre y horrible Psicotaco.

Siempre me dio la sensación de que la facultad le tenía miedo al campus de CU, por eso mejor darle la espalda, por eso mejor tener la entrada principal sobre Av Universidad, mirando para otro lado.

Qué mejor acto fallido que ese.

Éramos un añadido, una protuberancia puesta en la esquina, con un rídiculo pasillo que hacía de entrada.

Hace ya varios años que se modificó esa entrada, pero, conservando y perpetuando el miedo, se hizo la entrada lo más cerca a Insurgentes.

La vieja entrada salida se clausuró, con todo y el Psicotaco, y ahora los que van caminando tienen que casi rodear la facultad para entrar, no importando que la vieja entrada, con todas su fallas, tenía el sentido más claro de la pertenencia y de la utilidad, porque esa entrada, al menos, estaba direccionada a ese pasillo lleno de vida que conecta la facultad de Filosofía con la Central, ese pasillo donde se venden libros, tacos de canasta, cafés, donde pasas al lado del Che, ese pasillo donde, a mis catorce años, en la visita que me hizo dar cuenta de que yo necesitaba estudiar ahí, compré piratería alternativa, emocionado porque ese lugar parecía un tianguis y no una escuela, y todo CU en general me pareció un parque y no una Universidad y yo solo pensaba ¿aquí donde estudia la gente?, y yo sentí, que yo debía, si podía, si lo lograba, ser parte de aquello, por eso la escena que más me gusta de Güeros es cuando Santos, Tomás y el Sombra, perdidos manejando por la ciudad, terminan regresando a CU, y cuando se disponen a ir a la asamblea, caminando por ese pasillo se encuentran a su camarada el Inciso B, y entre la alegría del reencuentro, el Inciso les va contando como va la huelga. Eso es ese pasillo, el lugar donde te encontrabas a todo el mundo, el lugar donde esperé varias veces a amigos, donde las esperé a ellas, el lugar donde alguien me hizo un dibujo, donde siempre te encontrabas a un Inciso B que te contaba como iban las cosas y caminabas un poco, rumbo a clase, a la parada o a la biblioteca.

En mi primer día de clases, no veía la hora para salir corriendo a ese pasillo para ir por un café, para sentir que por fin estaba ahí y que ahora, yo también, era uno de esos jovenes como los que me deslumbraron en mi adolescencia.

Pero mi facultad sí era parte de la universidad. Me lo hacían sentir esos ventanales a nuestra izquierda por donde se podía ver la Central y por donde cuando no había contaminación podíamos ver a lo lejos los volcanes.

Esta vez que fui, en mi actividad favorita de volver a caminar por mis viejos trayectos, me encontré felizmente con una facultad completamente intervenida, con pintas de todos los colores y de todos los tonos en todas sus paredes, en todos sus pasillos y hasta en su explanada.

Las alumnas, porque siempre han sido mayoría las mujeres, afortunadamente no han necesitado una improvisada entrada salida para hacerse sentir parte de la universidad y de algo mucho más grande. Mi vieja conservadora facultad, que alguna vez pintó el mismo suelo de color gris, luce por fin como debió lucir siempre, como un lugar donde las estudiantes dicen, "me amo", "rompe el pacto", "aquí dolió, aquí sanó". Un lugar que no ignora la realidad, al contrario, la ve y quiere cambiarla.

[les-mirben-en-baviere-et-demain]

J10▪️Göttingen - Jagdhaus Heede

29,4 km [215,5]▫️+550 m [+3 790]▫️18 °C

Une longue étape. Un ciel gris. Au départ, une température de Kiravi (12°) qui ravit pas vraiment. Kiravi ? Pour les moins de 60 balais, c’était de la jaja vendue dans un litron avec 2 étoiles qu’on allait chercher au Coop avec son six-trous. Jaja ? Ben du picrate, quoi, du gros rouge qui tache ! Six-trous ? Faut tout vous apprendre, les jeunes, ou quoi ? Bref, il fait frisquet. On passe les deux tiers du trajet à monter jusqu’à la Gaussturm, un relai hertzien sis au sommet d’un ancien volcan (pour autant que j’ai compris du panneau d’information) et pourvu à sa base d’une buvette qui a fermé depuis longtemps, rajoutant une note de morosité à la tristesse du lieu. La Gaussturm s’appelle la Gaussturm en hommage à Gauss, le célèbre physicien qui, petit, n’était pas toujours propre (le fameux sale Gauss. Ha ha !). Voilà pour la page culture. Puis descente dans les bois puis les champs puis un long village puis remontée dans les bois pour rejoindre, enfin, et sous un peu de soleil, enfin, notre Jagdhaus au milieu des bois. Jagdhaus « drei Sterne » mais sans Wifi dans les chambres et sans réseau, ce qui explique la livraison tardive de ce billet. Enfin, cela n’a affecté que ceux qui attendent avec impatience notre livraison quotidienne. J’en profite pour faire une grosse bise à Josette !

[terrantravels]

Oregon Waterfall Wonders: Revealing the Experience of the Mt. Hood Wine and Waterfall Tour

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Other breathtaking waterfalls like Wahkeena Falls and Horsetail Falls, each with its own distinct flow and surrounding vegetation, are frequently visited as part of the journey. You may stretch and enjoy the fresh mountain air at these breaks, which also provide great photo possibilities. In order to provide visitors the opportunity to explore the dense evergreen forest and establish a connection with the region's dynamic environment, guides frequently organize brief walks along paths.

The journey continues into Oregon's wine country near Mount Hood after taking in the breathtaking waterfalls. Here, grapes flourish because of the area's rich volcanic soil and temperate temperature. Tastings at small vineyards surrounded by picturesque rolling hills with breathtaking views of Mount Hood are a common element of the Mt. Hood wine waterfall tour.

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The Mt. Hood Wine and Waterfall Tour is the perfect excursion for friends, couples, and single people alike since it combines the refinement of Oregon's wine area with the serenity of its waterfalls. Experience the enchantment of Oregon's wines and waterfalls by scheduling your trip right now. They go hand in hand like the Pacific Northwest itself.

[i-saw-my-life-through-my-eyes]

La vida que queria tener

Hoy escuché una canción que me hizo recordar la vida que solo viví en mi mente, la vida que quería contigo a un lado de los volcanes, alejados de la ciudad y caminando por el campo, recordé la canción que en su momento no le preste mucha atención pero hoy que la vuelvo a escuchar me doy cuenta de pequeño hueco en mi corazón, este hueco que hiciste no por abandono, si no con miedo. Te tengo miedo, tal vez no me golpeaste físicamente pero si me volviste loca, temerosa y más nerviosa, me dan ataques de ansiedad que vienen y van por el día, divago en la vida que viví en otro universo donde no tenías los fantasmas y demonios que terminaron por acabarme.

Recuerdo que amaba ese camino donde caía agua de los volcanes, las mariposas azules que tanto intente fotografiar, la canasta de flores que nunca viste pero que recogí pensando en ti, los planes que llegamos a hacer en esa casa, tu cuerpo junto el mío y el cómo veíamos el amanecer en esos campos de tejocotes y ahora ya no puedo regresar ni a esa pequeña cascada, ni ver al campo y ni percibir los volcanes, las mariposas se fueron y mis flores se marchitaron, los tejocotes seguirán floreciendo y seguirán esperando lo que les prometimos, esa casa nunca más verá el amor que le tenía por qué te lo tenía a ti.

Vi los árboles a través de la ventana de mi salón, con la luz del atardecer cruzando por las hojas y no pude evitar acordarme de aquellos caminos naranjas que veíamos con esos volcanes por detrás, ¿ellos sabrían el presagio?

Te dije que si nos separábamos algún día regresarías a mi, con tus cosas y yo sola en una cabaña en los campos de tejocotes, a los 45 años o algo así, te vería caminar por aquellos caminos arenosos y solo nos veríamos sabiendo que esta vez no te irías, esos sueños ya pasaron y ya no los quiero y me duele aceptar que ya no lo quiero por qué lo anhelaba con todo mi corazón, juraba que teníamos una gran historia de amor pero con la gran perspectiva de los años y de los daños ahora veo que no, solo fue violencia, manipulación y egoísmo, de ambos lamentablemente pero tú diste el tiro de gracia.

JODER! Quería esa vida! Quería los campos, las flores, los volcanes, el riachuelo, el bosque, las vacas, quería todo eso con todo mi jodido y perturbado corazón, te quería a ti! Y ahora no puedo tocar esas tierras, no me gusta ni pensar en todo eso por que esa aura naranja del atardecer se ha convertido en un gris profundo

[dixvinsblog]

Brigitte Parraud - Vers les pentes du volcan

Nous avancions difficilement sur cette route de montagne, l’air était frais et vif, le ciel d’un bleu pur.Soudain au détour d’un virage, nous avons vu le volcan en éruption et tout près de nous, les masses de lave visqueuse, avançant millimètre par millimètre vers la route, d’un gris presque noir, des éclats de lueurs rouges l’animant par endroits.J’ai été saisie un instant par l’impression d’une…

[winehistory]

Newberg Wine Tours and Willamette Wine Tours: Exploring Oregon's Wine Country

The Willamette Valley in Oregon is renowned for its picturesque vineyards, cool climate, and outstanding Pinot Noir wines. Among the charming towns that make up this wine region, Newberg stands out as a prime destination for wine enthusiasts seeking an unforgettable wine-tasting experience. Newberg wine tours, along with other Willamette wine tours, offer a delightful journey through the heart of Oregon's wine country.

Willamette Valley: A Wine Lover's Paradise

The Willamette Valley is located in the Pacific Northwest of the United States, stretching approximately 150 miles from the Columbia River in the north to the Calapooya Mountains in the south. This diverse wine region is famous for its cool, maritime climate, which is heavily influenced by the Pacific Ocean and the Cascade Mountains.

The valley's unique climate, combined with its rich volcanic soils, provides an excellent terroir for growing a variety of grape varietals. Pinot Noir thrives particularly well here, and the region has gained international acclaim for producing some of the finest Pinot Noir wines in the world. Additionally, Chardonnay, Pinot Gris, and other cool-climate grape varieties also excel in the Willamette Valley.

Newberg: Gateway to Oregon Wine Country

Newberg, a charming city located within the heart of the Willamette Valley, serves as an ideal starting point for wine tours in the region. With its small-town charm and close proximity to numerous world-class wineries, Newberg has become a favourite destination for wine enthusiasts.

Visitors embarking on Newberg wine tours have access to an array of boutique wineries, family-owned vineyards, and historic estates. The region's wineries are known for their dedication to sustainable and organic practices, reflecting the area's commitment to environmental stewardship and high-quality winemaking.

The Experience of Newberg Wine Tours and Willamette Wine Tours

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The wineries' tasting rooms often boast stunning views of the surrounding landscapes, adding to the overall experience. Many establishments offer charming picnic areas where visitors can savour a delightful meal while overlooking vineyard-covered hills.

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Beyond the wine tours, the Willamette Valley and Newberg offer a plethora of activities for travellers to enjoy. The region's scenic beauty invites visitors to explore its hiking trails, take hot air balloon rides, or simply relax amid nature's splendour.

For those interested in history and culture, Newberg boasts a vibrant downtown area with quaint shops, art galleries, and historical landmarks. The region is also home to diverse culinary experiences, with farm-to-table restaurants showcasing local ingredients and innovative chefs pushing the boundaries of Pacific Northwest cuisine.

Conclusion

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Nahe: Exquisitely Tuned

Hectares under vine: 4,239 (2023) Climate: mild, low frost and low rainfall Soils: Quartzite and slate soils on the lower Nahe; porphyry, melaphyre, and red sandstone on the middle Nahe; weathered soils and clay overlays of sandstone, loess, and loam near Bad Kreuznach Varieties: [white 76.2%, red 23.8%]: Riesling (29%), Müller-Thurgau (12%), Pinot Gris (8.2%), Pinot Blanc (7.4%), Dornfelder (9.7%), Spätburgunder (6.7%) Bereich: Nahetal Einzellagen: 310, including Niederhäuser Hermannshöhle, Schlossböckelheimer Kupfergrube, Königsfels, Felsenberg, Monzinger Frühlingsplätzchen, Dorsheimer Goldloch

“The best [Nahe Rieslings] are exquisitely tuned…” – Ian Jamison, German Wines

When Ian Jamison’s German Wines came out in 1990, Müller-Thurgau was still the dominant variety in the Nahe, with 23.2% of the vineyard area. Riesling was in second place at 12% (his figures were from 1988), and unless you’ve been following Nahe wines long enough to observe this evolution, it’s a shocking statistic given the number of benchmark Riesling producers clustered here today. These include Dönnhoff, Schäfer-Fröhlich, Schlossgut Diel, Emrich-Schönleber, and Gut Hermannsberg, all first-rate VDP estates whose GG Rieslings I’ll often rate among the best in Wiesbaden each August. Riesling is now in the first position in the Nahe, and rightly so. Jamison writes, “It is perfectly possible to persuade yourself that the River Nahe produces the finest Riesling wines in the Rheinland and, therefore, in the world.” For this taster, no further persuasion is necessary.

The Nahe became an independent wine region in 1971. Before that, wines from the river Nahe were labeled simply as Rhein wines, and, as Frank Schoonmaker writes in The Wines of Germany, “All Nahe wines, being more akin to Rhine than to Mosel, are shipped in brown bottles.” It’s essential to clarify that Nahe wines are, stylistically speaking, not some halfway point between Mosel and Rheingau or Rheinhessen. The wine trade (me included) has repeated this almost as frequently as “Gigondas is like a baby Châteauneuf-du-Pape!” Hey, when a sale is on the line, I get it, but there’s no reason to “sell” Nahe wines this way, not when they’re some of the finest in Germany. There is indeed Riesling from steep slate slopes in the Nahe, and like the Mosel, Nahe producers can make stunning Prädikatswein, but Nahe wines do not smell or taste like Mosel, or Rheingau, or Rheinhessen. Nahe is unique, and much of its uniqueness comes from the soil.

The Nahe has the widest variety of soils in Germany due to 400 million years of geological upheaval. Schist, volcanic, loess, clay, and limestone are some of the 180 or so assumed soil types within the Nahe wine region. Britta Korrell of Weingut Korrell in Bosenheim told me the Nahe gained the nickname das Probiertstub’chen (the tasting room of Germany) because they have so many different soils, varieties, and microclimates. Protected from the cold winds by the high Hünsruck mountains, mild temperatures, much sunshine, and very little rain create an excellent climate for the vine. Although administratively, a single Bereich (Nahetal) covers the entire Weinanbaugebiet. Practically speaking, there are three subdivisions of the Nahe region and its 116-kilometer river: lower, middle, and upper. Generally, the Upper Nahe vineyards are cooler, while the Middle and Lower Nahe get progressively warmer, and harvest occurs earlier in Lower Nahe than in the Middle or Upper.

Lower Nahe

Beginning at Bingen, where the Nahe joins the Rhein, to Bad Kreuznach is the Lower Nahe. Directly across the Rhein from Bingen is the Rheingau’s Rüdesheimer Berg. Upriver, several famous wine villages are found, starting with Münster-Sarmsheim (home of the excellent VDP.Weingut Kruger-Rumpf) and Rümmelsheim/Burg Layen (home of Diel). There’s grey Devonian slate at Münster-Sarmsheimer Im Pitterberg, then loam, clay, and gravel at a trio of superb Grosse Lage sites in Burg Layen (technically belonging to Dorsheim): Pittermännchen, Goldloch, and Burgberg. The next grouping of Grosse Lagen in the Lower Nahe is at Bad Kreuznach, Nahe’s commercial center. Kahlenberg and Krötenpfuhl (produced by Dönnhoff) feature loam, loess, and gravel, and off to a side valley in Wallhausen, Felseneck (Prinz Salm) has green schist. By the way, Bad Kreuznach is also home to Weingut Korrell (Bosenheim) and their excellent Paradies vineyard with shell limestone and marl. A final note about the charming spa town of Bad Kreuznach is to mention the Anheuser name; the same Anheuser family (cousins) as St Louis’ Anheuser-Busch are wine producers here.

Middle Nahe

Five kilometers upriver from Bad Kreuznach are Bad Münster and Traisen, where massive porphyry rocks are both a tourist attraction and a gate to the Middle Nahe. The steep and volcanic Traisner Bastei is the first significant site, then Rotenfels, then Mühlberg and Steinberg (both produced by VDP.Weingut Dr. Crusius), before slate sets in at Norheimer Kirscheck and Dellchen. Neighboring VDP estates Dönnhoff and Gut Hermannsberg exploit the vineyards at Niederhausen and Oberhausen. Grey slate and limestone make Hermannshöhle one of the most highly reputed sites in the Nahe, while Schloßböckelheimer Felsenberg and Kupfergrube did not even exist before they were created by the State Domain (with the help of convict labor) in 1901. These volcanic sites and the top-class Oberhausen Brücke are some of Germany’s best.

Upper Nahe

After Schloßböckelheim, I’ll point out Königsfels and In den Felsen, which make their way into Korrell’s Von den Ersten Lagen bottling along with the previously mentioned Rotenfels and Felsenberg. At Bockenau (Schäfer-Fröhlich) and Monzingen (Emrich-Schönleber) are Felseneck with Devonian slate and Monzingener Frühlingsplätzchen with red slate. These are the coolest vineyards in the Nahe and arguably some of the best. The Nahe wine region ends at the wine village of Martinstein.

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Mauritia, una nueva Atlántida bajo el Océano Índico

Investigadores especialistas en geología hallan restos del continente Mauritia bajo las profundas aguas de la Isla Mauricio, en el Océano Índico. Se trata de una gran parte del antiguo y desintegrado macro continente Gondwana, existente hace 200 millones de años.

Lewis Ashwal, geólogo de la Universidad de Witwandersrand de Johannesburgo, Sudáfrica; Trond Torsvik de la Universidad de Oslo en Noruega, y Michel Wiedenbeck del Centro de Investigación de Geociencias de Alemania, han liderado los estudios entorno al misterioso descubrimiento.

Un mineral único en la zona

Los científicos han hallado pedazos de lo que pareciera ser un mineral llamado zircón, compuesto de silicato de circonio, de color gris, verde, rojo o incoloro, con brillo diamantino, y con una gran dureza y peso. Hasta ahora se calcula que dicho mineral tiene unos 3.000 millones de años de antigüedad. Y aunque el resto de los minerales de la paradisíaca isla no pasan de los 10 millones de años, los zircones están allí y es debido a otro fenómeno de la naturaleza. El misterioso hecho geológico se debe a que la lava de las continuas erupciones de los volcanes típicos de algunas islas de la zona, cubrió los restos del “nuevo” pero prehistórico y pequeño continente Mauritia. Un trozo de su corteza se desprendió del bloque continental Gondwana, súper continente antes de la partición en dos de la Pangea, actualmente África, América del Sur, India, Australia y la Antártida.

La teoría de placas tectónicas

El mineral hallado, zircón, es una roca ígnea volcánica al que se le calculan unos 6 millones de años, dándole una mayor validez científica a los estudios previos sobre el pequeño continente perdido, según la teoría del desplazamiento de placas que conforman la corteza terrestre y las tectónicas de placas. Debido a la compleja separación que sufrió el macro continente Gondwana, dividido ahora en 5 partes, las investigaciones aseguran que es posible que se hayan desprendido pequeños pedazos, a los que llaman “astillas continentales”, y que estos hayan caído en el Océano Índico, por lo que este contiene un poco más de Mauritia de lo que ya se ha conseguido.

Los científicos encargados de la investigación aseguran que existen rastros, rocas y otros minerales de corteza continental en otras islas del Índico.Investigadores especialistas en geología hallan restos del continente Mauritia bajo las profundas aguas de la Isla Mauricio, en el Océano Índico. Se trata de una gran parte del antiguo y desintegrado macro continente Gondwana, existente hace 200 millones de años. Lewis Ashwal, geólogo de la Universidad de Witwandersrand de Johannesburgo, Sudáfrica; Trond Torsvik de la Universidad de Oslo en Noruega, y Michel Wiedenbeck del Centro de Investigación de Geociencias de Alemania, han liderado los estudios entorno al misterioso descubrimiento.

Un mineral único en la zona

Los científicos han hallado pedazos de lo que pareciera ser un mineral llamado zircón, compuesto de silicato de circonio, de color gris, verde, rojo o incoloro, con brillo diamantino, y con una gran dureza y peso. Hasta ahora se calcula que dicho mineral tiene unos 3.000 millones de años de antigüedad. Y aunque el resto de los minerales de la paradisíaca isla no pasan de los 10 millones de años, los zircones están allí y es debido a otro fenómeno de la naturaleza. El misterioso hecho geológico se debe a que la lava de las continuas erupciones de los volcanes típicos de algunas islas de la zona, cubrió los restos del “nuevo” pero prehistórico y pequeño continente Mauritia. Un trozo de su corteza se desprendió del bloque continental Gondwana, súper continente antes de la partición en dos de la Pangea, actualmente África, América del Sur, India, Australia y la Antártida.

La teoría de placas tectónicas

El mineral hallado, zircón, es una roca ígnea volcánica al que se le calculan unos 6 millones de años, dándole una mayor validez científica a los estudios previos sobre el pequeño continente perdido, según la teoría del desplazamiento de placas que conforman la corteza terrestre y las tectónicas de placas. Debido a la compleja separación que sufrió el macro continente Gondwana, dividido ahora en 5 partes, las investigaciones aseguran que es posible que se hayan desprendido pequeños pedazos, a los que llaman “astillas continentales”, y que estos hayan caído en el Océano Índico, por lo que este contiene un poco más de Mauritia de lo que ya se ha conseguido.

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