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The Meribeau comes in the unusual one-liter-sized bottle. You all know the feeling. You’re pouring those last couple drops of wine into your glass, thinking, “Damn, I should have gotten a second bottle.” Then, when you get your second bottle, you and your significant other end up only having another small glass, leaving the rest of the wine to sit on your warm kitchen counter to spoil. Not with Meribeau! Those extra 250 milliliters are just enough to satisfy that end of the night “one last sip” craving.
The second reason I love the Meribeau is because I believe in palate humility. Eating “normal” food and drinking “normal” wine actually accentuates those times when one does have the privilege to dine out and experience luxury. Beyond that, I liken drinking Meribeau with listening to a favorite song on a scratchy, old LP instead of the cleaner, more sterile MP3 version. The hisses and scratches are comforting. The imperfections charming. The thinness of the wine even makes me feel better about my own shortcomings. Sometimes I just want to have a little one-on-one with ‘ol Meribeau: “Aw, look at you. You work so hard, but you just aren’t as good as the rest of them, are you? You made it all the way here from the South of France, though! Good for you. You just let Papa Josh take care of you tonight. He cares about you. He’ll drink you…and enjoy you.”
Also, it’s less than $5 a bottle.
While I’ll never forsake the greats, and I continue my quest to find the perfect wine, my wife and I are comfortable with our good friend Meribeau. We’ve been through a lot together. And I know he’ll be there for years to come. |
