The Times - UK (2020-10-17)

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t is fair to say that the region
that was once the centre of the
American wine business is now
better known for other things.
“People have a hard time
wrapping their head around it when
you say ‘Los Angeles wine’,” said
Mark Blatty, co-owner of Byron
Blatty Wines, a trade group that
aims to revive the city’s “rich
tradition” of winemaking.
In the late 19th century
winemakers in Los Angeles were
shipping their products across the
United States and even to Europe.

Urban winemakers of LA to offer a taste of 18th-century vines


The diverse microclimates of the
greater Los Angeles area make it
ideally suited, still, to a vibrant and
experimental wine culture, Mr
Blatty believes, but hardly anyone
living in the area today is even
aware that wine is being made here;
still less a cabernet sauvignon that
sells for $150 a bottle.
“You don’t drive through LA and
see vineyards,” he observed.
That is why he and the small band
of fellow winemakers who set up
the Los Angeles Vintners
Association with him were so
excited when they received a call
from Terri Huerta, director of
development and communications
at the historic San Gabriel Mission
in east Los Angeles.
The Mission is regarded by
historians as having been the most
important base of operations for the
18th-century Spanish conquest of
California. It was also where

Californian wine production first
took off, almost immediately after
the Mission was founded in 1771 by
Franciscan friars who needed
communion wine.
The thirsty friars were able to stay
on top of their rapidly expanding
production thanks to the forced
labour of indigenous people, and by
the 1830s the institution’s vineyards
covered 160 acres.
Of course, the Mission has not
made wine on that scale for a long
time, but Ms Huerta wanted to
know if the group would be
interested in harvesting grapes from
their remaining vines, the oldest of
which is said to date from the 1770s.
Amy Luftig Viste, who runs
Angeleno Wine Company with her
business partner Jasper Dickson,
said she was giddy at the prospect.
“It was truly awesome to be in this
old Mission and to see this vine
that’s larger than many trees in

southern California,” she said. “This
beast of a vine, that’s persevered
through Prohibition and fires and
earthquakes, is still producing. It
was an honour to be able to pick
that fruit.”
DNA analysis of the Mission’s
vines in 2014 found that they were a
cross between Vitis girdiana, a wild
grape native to southern California,
and Vitis vinifera, widely known as
the Mission grape because it was
brought from Spain and planted
widely across the Americas by
Catholic missionaries.
Ms Viste, Mr Dickson, Mr Blatty
and Patrick Kelley of Cavaletti
Vineyards, the fourth member of the
group, harvested enough grapes to
make 300 bottles of wine.
The Mission is both a familiar
local landmark and arguably the
first winery that California ever had,
long before the rise of renowned
producers farther north in the Napa

and Sonoma valleys or the rolling
hills around Santa Barbara and Paso
Robles.
Mr Blatty therefore hopes that the
project will connect Los Angeles’s
winemaking past with its present in
the minds of the city’s drinkers.
“You are literally going to be able to
taste history,” he said.
The plan is to make a
limited-edition release of Angelica, a
sweet, fortified wine which is named
after Los Angeles and which the
Franciscans at San Gabriel Mission
were once well known for.
There are encouraging signs that
the new wine might not only be
interesting but also delicious. “Right
off the bat the flavours we’re getting
are really awesome,” Mr Dickson
said. “We’re in the early phases
here, so I can’t say as of yet, and it’s
something you would age for a few
years, but initially, it’s really, really
beautiful.”

Ben


Hoyle


los angeles


Josander Oropeza never expected to be
a fisherman. He trained as a hairstylist
and can barely swim.
But now he spends his days, and
sometimes nights, five miles out to sea.
With only an inner tube to protect him
from the depths, he fends off sharks and
risks his life to catch a few red snappers
to provide for his wife and child.
Venezuela’s economic collapse, the
deepest recorded anywhere in the
world in the last century, combined
with months of lockdown, has forced
him and dozens of others in the town of
Los Caracas to turn to the sea to
survive.
They set off at dawn, marching
across the rocky shoreline, carrying
inflated lorry tyres on their backs. Their

Venezuelans brave sharks to seek food


paddles are children’s swimming flip-
pers, their fishing tackle is a homemade
steel hook tied to old nylon lines. Last
week the group included a builder, an
engineer and a farmer. Before they
jump into the Caribbean Sea, they cross
themselves and say a prayer.
“I still call myself a barber,” Mr Orop-
eza, 26, said. “But what I really do is go
out and get beaten up, hungry and
cold.” His greatest fear is what wealthy
recreational fishermen regard as the ul-
timate prize: the big game fish that
prowl off this coast and at any moment
could puncture the fragile float he de-
pends upon to avoid drowning. He
spotted one “monster”, probably a mar-
lin, underneath him the other day.
David Veroes, 38, another member of
the unlikely fishing party, said: “I do this
because it’s the most secure form of
work I can find.” Until March he was an

agricultural engineer, working on a
farm. A lack of fuel in the country that
still boasts the world’s largest proven oil
reserves but is reeling from decades of
corruption, recent US sanctions and
now the pandemic meant that he was
out of work and going hungry.
“I can bring the fish home and then I
barter it for other food. I have a three-
year-old child and with this we keep
going,” he said. He recently lost a flipper
when a shark toppled him from his
inner tube into the sea. Now he uses a
plank of wood as a paddle instead.
Both men live in a social housing
building, a project instigated by the late
president Hugo Chávez. In one dingy
corridor, a now faded image of the
populist benefactor looms above. The
self-proclaimed revolutionary’s endur-
ing mismanagement is evident every-
where. The lift has not worked for years,

there is no running water and the
power cuts last for hours.
Mr Oropeza’s wife, Jessica, is strug-
gling to adapt to the stress of being a
fisherman’s spouse. “I stay here in the
house waiting for him to come home
and never quite know if he will,” she
said. Often she won’t cook the fish her
husband catches, instead using it as a
form of money, trading one sea bass for
a bag of pasta.
Venezuela’s currency has lost almost
all its value after years of hyperinfla-
tion. A lack of ink and security paper
means the government has almost
given up printing any more notes.
Many basics are now priced in dollars.
Venezuela has had its borders closed
since March and has instigated a rotat-
ing weekly quarantine, where people
are allowed to shop and some business-
es open for seven days, followed by a

week of curfew. The rule is widely flout-
ed, but the government of President
Maduro insists it is working, with just
over 700 deaths from Covid-19 official-
ly recorded. Venezuela’s health system
is acutely vulnerable to the pandemic,
with at least a third of hospitals without
regular running water, according to the
national doctor’s association.
The country’s deepening economic
paralysis has led to a new wave of
emigration in recent weeks. Colombian
immigration authorities report a sharp
rise in the number of Venezuelans
illegally crossing the land border.
About 15 per cent of the entire popula-
tion has left the country since the
economy began to plummet shortly
after Mr Maduro took office in 2014.
Mr Oropeza said that if his new life as
a fisherman became unbearable, he too
would leave.

Venezuela
Stephen Gibbs

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Florida city


sells off surfeit


of royal swans


United States
Will Pavia New York

Thirty-six swans descended from a pair
donated by the Queen are being sold by
a city in Florida to allow more gliding
space on one of its ponds.
Lakeland, a lagoon-speckled city
between Orlando and Tampa, had a
thriving community of swans early last
century. Alligators are blamed for eat-
ing many of the birds, wiping them out
entirely by the 1950s.
A desperate resident whose husband
was stationed at an air force base in
England wrote to the Queen asking if
she would donate a couple of her birds.
A breeding pair from the royal flock
arrived in Lakeland in February, 1957.
The speed limit on the road around
the lake was reduced to 20mph to pro-
tect the swans. As the flock grew the
city, whose logo is swan-shaped, began
spending $10,000 a year on their up-
keep. The success of the flock has led to
overcrowding on Lake Morton, in the
centre of the city, and a series of “swan
sales” to reduce their number.
In the latest sell-off, the city is offer-
ing 18 cobs and 18 pens. Demand is high,
so a lottery was staged yesterday to
select bidders, limited to a maximum of
two birds each, at $400 per swan.

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