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an Estonian soprano from New York, living in Berlin

Elblandfestspiele

Got back Sunday from having a LOT of fun singing in the Elblandfestspiele. We’ll see if my solo made the cut on the final show, I know they did have to leave a lot out of the final broadcast and I was probably the lowest man on the totem pole there, what with artists like Eva Lind, Stefanie Schaefer, Yma América, Erkan Aki, Renis Mendoza, Eduardo Villegas, Radoslaw Rydlewski, Christian Grygas, the whistler (amazing) Geert Chatrou, sax player Tina Tandler, and, my personal favorites, the Comedian Harmonists Today. Best earworms ever.

Oh and the absolutely stunning RBB moderator, Madeleine Wehle. Oh! And the MDR Deutsches Fernsehballett and how could I forget Heinz Walter Florin leading the Deutsches Filmorchester Babelsberg! Every single one of these artists, amazing, and lovely people to boot.

I think we had something over 4,000 audience members together for the two nights, which is pretty cool.

If you happen to be in Berlin or Brandenburg, you can watch the show tomorrow (Wednesday) at 8:15pm. It’ll be shown again several times on (I think) RBB and 3Sat.

Summer in the south

 

vin de noix III: the sad conclusion

Sigh.

After giving it another hopeful few months, the vin de noix never really came to much. One heroic last tasting, gag reflexes at the ready, and down the drain it went.

Every bottle was different, so the recipes were varied. Yet they’re all gross. Undrinkably gross.

Vin de noix is supposed to be spectacularly delicious, with a rich brown-black color and complex flavor. Ours was several variations of grey green with a sick oily sheen broken up over the top. Like what a mechanic or sanitation worker might wring out of the cuffs of his pants in winter. And yes, we did strain it a few times along the process. It just tasted like poison, there was no complexity. Everything else in the recipes took a back seat to that single note. Blegh.

The ingredients were high quality – the vodka was top shelf (not necessary, but it was on sale), the wine was cheap but good, and the nuts were fresh, used within only a few days of being picked. The farmer who gave them to us said her mother used to make vin de noix from nuts of the same tree, so historically we should have been on the right track. The nuts seemed to be really fresh, very juicy, and the tree was just loaded with nuts, more than we could possibly use. Which is to say that the tree seemed to be fine… but the nuts were the only thing all those disgusting bottles had in common. Even the few bottles we did with VERY few nuts were like watery wine with some poison on top.

Well, that and the bottles themselves. We sterilized the milk bottles, heavy brown glass and metal caps. Maybe the nuts reacted to the caps? Who can say. We thought they were non-reactive. And we used the very same bottles and caps, on the very same day, for the vin d’orange, which turned out just fine.

When I taste (or even smell or look at!) the vin de noix, it’s clear to me that it is, in fact, poison. Really. So my favorite possibly ridiculous theory is that these are black walnuts, which contain the poisonous substance “juglone” in the green rind (which we of course used) and leaves but are perfectly safe to eat when fully ripe.

Either that or the tree just had a bad year, because I could not find anything online about not using black walnuts in vin de noix. I’m not sure I’ll try again on the same tree… maybe I can find another tree this year.

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