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MANFRED KLIMEK
BERLIN - WELT AM SONNTAG
Rebe muss sterben. Wenn das der Winzer wüsst’

The vine must die. If only the winemaker knew

Manfred Klimek & Editorial Which vines should remain – and which may/should go? This question is currently not being discussed publicly in German viticulture. Yet yesterday, an economic commentary on WELT Online spoke of a decline in vineyard areas of at least 50% in the near future. Is this German crisis-mongering once again? The German luxuriating in the worst-case scenario? In any case: 50% seems, despite all the Read the full article…

Gegen die Resignation – Stimmung im Keller. Doch Wein wird nicht verschwinden.

Against resignation – the mood in the cellar. But wine will not disappear.

by Manfred Klimek Ten years ago, young winemakers were the poster boys of a new wine world: glasses in hand, dirt under their fingernails, biodynamic, unpolished, international. They were regarded as proof that wine could be young, intelligent and uncompromising – not the burden of tradition, but a new beginning. Today, after almost ten years that now seem almost laughable, many of them find themselves in Read the full article…

Wein her! Trotz des Weinens. Der Wineparty-Bericht aus dem Libanon

Bring on the wine! Despite the tears. The Wineparty report from Lebanon

Beirut. A topography of contrasts Special Report, Foreign Desk. By Gerhard Ziegler The approach to Beirut is an exercise in relativity. From Larnaca, it takes 25 minutes. Not enough time to climb seriously; not enough time to forget that one is flying. The coffee arrives and, barely served, the Airbus is already descending again towards the Mediterranean coast. On the ground: camouflage patterns, checkpoints, Read the full article…

Blaufränkisch vom Beamten. Besuch auf einem wahrlich kuriosen Eigenbedarfs-Weingut

The civil servant’s Blaufränkisch. A visit to a truly curious self-sufficiency winery

By Gerhard Ziegler Toni Reisner was a civil servant. Today, together with friends, he looks after two vineyards in Burgenland – but not a single bottle leaves the private circle. A conversation about idealism, aching muscles and the joy of watching something grow. Mr Reisner, why does one do something like this – a lot of work, no sales, no big stage? Reisner: Read the full article…

Die Leiden des alten Werther – Poesie aus dem Leben eines Weinreinbringers

The Sorrows of Old Werther – poetry from the life of a wine deliverer

by Risto Rieger Sunday, 10 a.m. I deliver wine. At 11.30 p.m. the evening before, I receive his notification via WhatsApp: it would be urgent, private gathering, sorry for the late message, would that be possible? I do not reply. At 10.15 a.m. I am there. He, the boss, restaurant manager or whatever, bleary-eyed, unshowered, taciturn. Eight cartons; I carry them one by one, Read the full article…

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