Over the weekend, H and I returned with our neighbours and dogs to Frankish wine island of Sommerach, on the loop of the River Main. As the namesake of our campsite, it has one of the more famous and well-distributed vineyards of the region and dating from 1901, the one of the oldest cooperatives (Winzergenossenschaft) in Germany—we get most of our wine from the grocery stores from this area.
Landscaped by the creation of the canal connecting Volkach and Gerlachshausen (see above), the steep sloping hills and unique conditions of the soil, loamy and ancient limestone have made this spot particularly well suited for viticulture for untold generations.
For this visit, we toured more of the town and wandered the streets lined with individual wineries (Weingรผter)—including a few with vending-machines after attending one tasting—which came to our campsite—and another in the historic Zehnthof, which delivered the cases we selected to the campground the next morning. Many of these buildings sourced to bureaucracies and tax regimes, began in medieval times because these “tithe farms,” originally storehouses for a tenth of harvests (
see previously) collected by governing monasteries and other beneficent organisations from farmers individually were later given to a commissioned
decimator to collect from tenants—the warehouses (
see also) becoming stately manor homes for the overseers.
With the the end of ecclesiastical estates, this institution fell in the hands of prominent vintners representing the local industry. According to local lore, the name Katzenkopf comes from a woman who tried to dissuade her husband from drinking wine straight from the barrel and succeeded finally by frightening him into sobriety with a stuffed cat—otherwise a quick swat as a term for light corporal punishment of blow with the knuckles to the forehead.
synchronoptica
one year ago: a banger from Madonna (with synchronoptica)
seven years ago: Russia displeased with continued sanctions, emotional granularity plus drone delivery
eight years ago: a poem by Brian Bilston, a elevated superbus plus Thomas Edison’s clickbait
nine years ago: a visit to the Rennsteig plus more on Venus Flytraps
ten years ago: armchair coaching, Israel eavesdropping plus indoctrinating radio