Thu 2 Jul 2009
I derive unseemly amusement from the pronouncements I read that the Fourth of July, our most
important national holiday and ritual, requires hearty doses of “that All-American wine, zinfandel.”
Friends (and colleagues), zinfandel is about as American as figgy pudding. Or, to keep on topic, as American as cabernet sauvignon, merlot, pinot noir, syrah and, um, alicante bouschet, all grapes that came to the New World from Europe. Years of research and, more recently, cogent DNA testing revealed that zinfandel didn’t, like Topsy, just magically grow in North America. It’s the same grape as primitivo, which grows in Italy’s Pulgia region (and where it has been revived because of the interest in zinfandel wines made in California). Zinfandel/primitivo are related to — but are not the same as — the plavac mali grape of Dalmatia and the islands of Croatia. How American is that?
It’s true that the zinfandel grape reaches its apotheosis of greatness in certain parts of California, but the Golden State also provides zinfandels that plumb the depths of the grape’s weaknesses and Bad Boy attributes.

Anyway, go ahead and drink zinfandel on July the Fourth if you want, I don’t care, I might crack open a bottle myself if I can find an example that doesn’t overpower my pizza with cloying over-ripeness and towering alcohol — July 4th coincides with Pizza and Movie Night at our house — but if you really want to drink American, go to a farm or local winery and buy some scuppernog or muscadine wine. Thomas Jefferson may have brought fine European wines to these shores, but the common folk of the new country were drinking wine made from native grapes. They may be floral, they may be musky and foxy, they may be weirdly spicy, they may taste like sweet gasoline, but they’re All-American in a sense that zinfandel can never be. Nobody ever said it was easy to be American.
(O.K., just a sip. And don’t spit it out, you Europe-centric merlot-lovers.)
Inspiring patriotic image (modified) from flagamerican.net.
Muscadine grape image from appellationamerica.com, courtesy of Irwin-House Winery.
July 2nd, 2009 at 11:16 pm
“but if you really want to drink American, go to a farm or local winery and buy some scuppernog or muscadine wine”.
FK, say it ain’t so!!!
Have you tasted any of these wines???? I’m thinking yuck cubed.
I’ll opt for being unpatriotic and pass on the s and m. I mean…..I just sayin.
July 3rd, 2009 at 9:32 am
Scuppernog-Ha!
Harper Lee is smiling right about now!
July 3rd, 2009 at 11:36 am
Fredric, I think the most purely American wine I ever had was that corn wine you poured once. And to Thom, there are some nice muscadine wines out there, but none that are widely available commercially.
It also helps if you grew up with a muscadine vine in the backyard; the scent of the wine can instantly throw you back in time.
July 3rd, 2009 at 12:37 pm
ah, yes, Michael Donahue’s corn wine from 1993, of which I still have about two inches left in that small Mason jar. it just gets better with age. we’ve have to see how it’s doing in 2013.
July 3rd, 2009 at 2:56 pm
I picked up some Francis Coppola Alicante Bouschet for the 4th. Hopefully it will go well with grilled burgers.
July 3rd, 2009 at 5:30 pm
ADD… that should be a great match. Alicante bouschet has been a neglected grape in California for the past 20 years or so. Papagni used to make one that would take the tarpaper off a roof, and I mean that in the best sense.