Shakespeare. In Love.


[Capulet's orchard. Enter Romeo]

Romeo: He jests at scars that never felt a wound.

[Romeo sees light coming from an upper window] 

But Soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, who is already sick and pale with grief, that though, her maid, art far more fair than she. Be not her maid since she is more envious than she. Her vestal livery is but sick and green, and none but fools do wear it. Cast it off.

[Juliet appears at the window]

It is my lady, O, it is my love! O that she knew she were! She speaks, yet she says nothing. What of that? Here ye discourses; I will answer it. I am too bold, not to me she speaks. Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes to twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head? The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, as daylight doth a lamp. Her eye in heaven would, through the airy region, stream so bright that birds would sing and think it were not night. See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand. O, that I were a glove upon that hand, that I might touch that cheek!

Juliet: Ay me!

Romeo: She speaks. O, speak again bright angel, for thou art as glorious to this night, being o'er my head, as is a winged messenger of heaven unto the white upturned wondering eyes of mortals that fall back to gaze on him when he bestrides the lazy puffing clouds and sails upon the bosom of the air.

Juliet: O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name; or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, and I'll no longer be a Capulet.

Romeo: [Aside] Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?

Juliet: Tis but thy name that is my enemy; thou art thy self, though not a Montague. What's Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot, nor arm, nor face or any other part belonging to a man. O, be some other name! What's in a name? That which we call a rose, by any other word, would smell as sweet...

-Romeo and Juliet, Act 2 Scene 2, William Shakespeare

Ah, Love. And Valentine's Day is just around the corner. What better way to celebrate than to do homage to the two most famous star-crossed lovers in human history?.
While Romeo Montague and Juliet Capulet may have only been made-up characters and not have been real living a breathing people, there is a house in Verona, Italy (complete with famous balcony) which is said to be Juliet's ancestral home. There is a statue of her on property upon which tourists rub a certain part of her anatomy for luck in love. But the greatest draw for the thousands of travelers who visit the "Capulet residence" on a daily basis is the graffiti-filled courtyard. Those walls are not haphazardly defaced however, but rather those thousands of visitors scribble love notes to their partners or hopefuls, trying to capture some of that ardor in the wake of that star-crossed amour.  
The Pasqua family from the Verona province of the Veneto in Northern Italy has captured these flames of passion and bottled it. This week we'll get you and your sweetheart ready for Valentine's Day with four expressions of this lover's wine; not only a Prosecco but also a Rosé Prosecco (so TWO bubbles!) and then a Passimento Garganega (White) and a Passimento Corvina (Red). The labels are pretty cool too, as they are pictures of messages on Juliet's wall taken by photographer Giò Martorana. If this isn't a perfect gift to spark some romance, we're not sure what is!
Want to know more? Like what does Passimento mean? Come to the Tasting to find out!
Wednesday February 8th
5 - 7
$10 Per Person
Reservations Not Required
We'll see you there!
The Wine Shop Team

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