A Visit With Moselle Royalty

It is all about the slate in Moselle wine country and Mayor Berg makes that clear several times. Far below the Moselle River meanders and a patchwork of various shades of green lay. Those poor vineyards are just flatlanders, filler juice for lesser wines. At the top of Europe’s steepest vineyards I sit amongst royalty, the vines that sit in slate and suck down sun, their fragrance deep.

In the soft blowing wind Mayor Berg pours me a glass of straw colored Riesling, I sip he smiles, and he knows what my reaction will be. I try to hold back my joy, useless. All too soon I hop on the wagon attached to a very small engine and head down the steep slope, my visit with royalty is over.