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Wine list

White wines

Red wines

Champagne and sweet wines

Cellar list

Favourites

Spirit

Beer / Soda


Quote: Svend Rasmussen – Berlingske Tidende

"All in all søren k's wine list is a mouthwatering read - to mention just a few Fritz Haag, Ravenau and Leflaive among the whites and Prieuré-Roch, Lafon, Leroy and Pingus among the reds – and the list is complete with a juicy-poetic preface by Head Librarian Stig T. Rasmussen, whose knowledge concerning wines disproofs the myth about anemic bibliophiles."

Quote: China, circa year 800

"A hint of green in an old bottle, a spark of red from a glowing fire, a snowflake in the winter darkness - anyone in the mood for a cup of wine?"

The poem provides an all encompassing setting - complementary colours, white and black (all and nothing), inside and outside, cold and warmth, a complete whole in the senses of the poet.

  • Green like the green shades of the newly planted rice fields and secretive jade; juicy cliffs of emerald and the beechwood's filigree fans.
  • Red like the deepest velvet and blackish roses, dark-shining grenades, violet rubies, glimmer of brick and flaming lava.
  • White like the cold, providing golden-green dew on the crystal, crispness in the mouth, all refreshing deliciousness in comforting sips.
  • Dark like the formless overwhelming nothing, background for the lavish elegance of the snowflake in its few perfect seconds.

Wines is an early culture plant, a knotted stick with fresh, green shoots (tasty med spicy volume) and mat green or blue-reddish berries, capturing the divinity in a sizzling pot.

The plethoral ancestor put up his arc on the mountain of Ararats and planted vines as one of his first acts after the flood. Vines still grow in this region - powerful stuff with a potent scent of petunia and taste of newly boiled beetroots; maby with the potential of development in barrels of oak, that kan sparkle in the fire and give hints of vanilla from a southern garden - could be that the prehistoric starting point for high-flown experiences in the plentiful scents of the forest with mushrooms and honeysuckle, discreet leather and violets, animal scent and subtle perfume. 

Where vines cannot grow, sensual pleasure of the liquid finds other ways; grain provides bread, but also golden drink with aromas of kernels and bog myrtle and high-climbing hop, (which often shades the grapes, where sunrays lurk). Bushes grow leaves with tasty secrets, tricked out with boiling water from sharply divided springs and sweetening the lives of worthy officials and sober luminaries. And bushes grow berries, whose roasted kernels from steep mountainsides over warm plains watches over the redundancy of the grapes and which are like the darkness of the night under the inventive processing of the wine in golden-glowing bite.

Read the poem again - with wine accompaniment - a universe in a glass.