Birds&Bats Wine Productions - Wines of Momentary Destination
Time for the big reveal! No, Bats hasn't gone and got a nose job and Birds hasn't dyed her hair purple (as much as she'd like to). No, time to reveal the name and label of the new wine.
A couple of months ago, back in October, we had numerous strays and reprobates passing through the Mosel, helping out in the vines and taking up space at the dinner table, it was a jolly old time and there was much drinking and frivolity had.
One night, a few of us were hanging out in the old barn, exchanging spooky stories and trying to freak out one member of the group, who really didn't fancy doing a séance, but we did it anyway, just to annoy them. A few bottles had been sunk by then and none of us were taking the séance that seriously, so it ended up being a load of paper with letters written on all over the floor. We messed about and taunted the human bones on display in the barn (yes, really) and basically did a good job of trying to piss off the spirit world.
Eventually we were sitting, cozily, on the mezzanine in the barn. The barn is built against the outside wall of the main building that has two windows facing out onto the platform area. As we were sat around a coffee table chatting aimlessly, John, one of the group, pointed to one of the windows and said, "Is that window opening?". Birds was sat right next to it and we all looked to watch this window slowly open half way, then slowly close again. We knew this window was for a single toilet in the main building. The light was off. The window began to open again. We all looked around at each other and then back at the window. It began, very slowly, to close again. As soon as it closed fully, Birds sprang up and pushed against the glass to open the window again. It wouldn't open. Pushing with all her might, but not so much to push the glass out of the frame, she couldn't open the window. Everyone was looking at her with a mix of confusion and disbelief.
Birds sat down, a bit freaked out, exclaiming that no sense was being made here. Everyone around the table agreed that it was all a bit strange. Bats then motioned to Birds to look back at the window. They could see the handle of the window slowly moving down into the locked position. There was no one holding onto the handle.
This left everyone a little bit shocked. No one knew what to do or say. There must have been some physical explanation for it. Some practical explanation, right? Talking ourselves out of it and drinking more wine, we all laughed when the doors of the cupboard in the room swung open violently. That was obviously a draft. Right?
The next day we asked around if anyone in the house had been to the toilet at about ten thirty, not actually gone to the toilet (as we would have heard it flush), left the light off and opened and closed the window a couple of times?
"Geist!", was the the answer.
So there you go. Our very own spook. To honour this spirit, as we clearly pissed them off and we want to placate them so they don't freak us out in the future, we are naming the Riesling after it.
Here's the label.