From the 1830s through the late 1850s, the capital of winemaking in the United States was Ohio. Nicholas Longworth of Cincinnati successfully planted great vineyards of Catawba grapes along the Ohio River. He had moderate success making sweet white wines but his greatest success came after he accidentally produced a sweet sparkling wine which oenophiles of the day likened to French champagne. The sparkling wines of Ohio became briefly internationally famous and bon vivants of the East Coast, Victorian England, and continental Europe paid top dollar for what was regarded as a premium International luxury beverage. Odes to the grape were written by famous poets and the Ohio valley briefly resembled Ardennes.
Oh jeeze….
The Catawba grapes which were at the center of this Bacchic empire were a dark brownish pink/purple grape from the East Coast. They were said to be a hybrid of native American grapes and imported European vines, although where the distinctive grapes and the distinctive name actually came from is seemingly lost in history (which is to say it was probably all a marketing stunt by Longworth). The grapes themselves were sweet red grapes with a tendency to have a foxy flavor (which sounds like more marketing language for unpleasant muskiness). The vines grew vigorously but were subject to attack from powdery mildew. In the 1860s powdery mildew joined forces with economic devastation and dislocation of the American Civil War to crush the nascent Ohio wine industry to such a thorough extent that it sounds like I am writing about alternate universe history.
The entire reason I bring up this boom and bust story is because it is memorialized in a very beautiful color, Catawba, a pretty organic shade of brownish pinkish purple. Now whenever you see the delightful color (which is used less than it should be), you can think of how Ohio might have become a land of rolling rivers, chateaus, monasteries, lavender fields, and fine living….
(Call me crazy, but this kind of looks like Ohio with a beautiful medieval town in it…)
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January 12, 2016 at 11:36 AM
Beatrix
I wonder what’s keeping Ohio from becoming the next Napa or Sonoma?
Anyway, I like Catawba better than Marsala or Masala- or whatever that brownish chicken liver Pantone color of the year thingy was.
January 27, 2016 at 3:48 PM
Wayne
Yes…I wonder!
You are right about Catawba: it is so much prettier than the chicken liver. Yet I get the sense that Americans have some real hostile feelings toward purples. I am not sure if it is from our puritan heritage or if it is anti-monarchical. Maybe both?
February 15, 2020 at 4:48 PM
lkrivitz
Wayne,
I am a volunteer with the Friends School of Minnesota.
Our school fundraiser plant sale is selling Catawba grapes this year and we would like to use your photo on our web catalog. May we? Proper attribution would be given. https://www.friendsschoolplantsale.com/
Thanks,
Laurie Krivitz