“Although the autumn moon has set, its light lingers on my chest.” — Kanshu
I came across this line in a collection of Zen death poems.
It stayed.
Not because of what it says.
Because it feels true.
Something can be over, and still present.
Not as memory. Something closer than that.
The Japanese have a word, mono no aware.
The awareness that things pass.
A season does not need to last to leave something behind.
Champagne is often described as a place.
It is also a question of time.
Some wines arrive fully formed. You understand them quickly. Others don’t.
They shift. They open. Then shift again. What you taste at the beginning is not what you find an hour later.
They don’t present themselves all at once. They ask you to stay.
Lately, I’ve been noticing that more. How something can change without announcing it. How something can feel different, even when it looks the same.
The Quiet Detail
Clos des Goisses sits on a steep, south-facing slope above the Marne.
In Champagne, that matters. Warmth, light, drainage. Small differences that accumulate over time.
Philipponnat has bottled it separately since 1935, long before single-vineyard Champagne was something anyone talked about.
The place came first. The language came later.
Bottle of the Week
Philipponnat Clos des Goisses
I opened a 2000 on an ordinary evening. Good company, no one in a hurry, conversation that didn’t need to fill every silence.
The first pour was tight. Held back. All edge. I thought it might stay that way.
It didn’t.
An hour in, it opened. Not dramatically, just enough. Later, something else came through. Not bigger. Just different.
By the end, it barely resembled what it had been at the start.
I’ve had this wine before. It’s never the same twice. This time, what stood out wasn’t just that it changed. It was that it carried what it had been into what it became.
Nothing fully disappeared.
Warm, but held tightly in place.
Fruit stretched over chalk and salt, loosening slowly with air.
It had its own seasons.
What to Notice
The first pour feels restrained. With time, it opens without losing tension. Each return to the glass feels slightly unfamiliar.
It doesn’t fade. It shifts.
You don’t need to analyze it. Just don’t rush it.
Where to Look
This isn’t a bottle that shows up consistently. When it does, it tends to move.
The Wine Club — consistently among the best pricing I’ve seen on serious Champagne.
Prices vary. This isn’t an everyday bottle, but it’s one that stays with you.
A Short Detour
Some moments don’t feel important while they’re happening.
A conversation that runs longer than expected.
A night that stays with you for no clear reason.
A sense, later, that something has shifted.
I’ve been thinking about that more than usual.
Not permanence.
Not resolution.
Just the feeling that something continues,
even after it has changed.
mono no aware
What I’m Curious About Next
If a single vineyard can carry this much — slope, river, exposure, time — what does it mean to follow it across years?
Next week: Champagne and time.
A Small Dose
“I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.” — Pablo Neruda
The moon sets.
The light lingers anyway.
Until the next bottle,
Manj
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