Stolichnaya is one of the great Russian brands – everyone knows it. Although it has its roots in the Imperial era “Moscow State Wine Warehouse #1“, now better known as the Cristall Distillery, Stolichnaya as a brand didn’t make an entrance until 1938. Rather brilliantly, almost immediately after making its debut, the warehouse was requisitioned during war time and converted to making industrial strength alcohol, turning out millions of bottles of “Molotov Cocktails” to throw at the Germans. Post war, production returned to vodka and the Stolichnaya brand really began to take off as a Soviet Union primary product, a position it retains today. Part of its success is the fact the distillery was based in Moscow – the capital is reputed to have the best waters for distilling grain – and after holding a personal tasting test of various Russian vodkas sourced from all over the country I am inclined to agree. For me, the strength of Stolichnaya is its slightly oily quality, it has a viscosity not found in other vodkas, and I enjoy that. Today, the brand is subject to a somewhat complicated ownership dispute, actually resulting in two variants being of the market – one branded as Stolichanaya, which is owned by the Russian state (FKP) and distilled in Russia, while the other brand “Stoli” is owned by a Russian private group (SPI) and distilled in Latvia. The dispute over who is the ‘real’ Stolichnaya continues.
Ok, Ok, I know its not Champagne if it’s not from Epernay, France, but these vineyards have so much in common with the Champagne region they practically share the same DNA. Abrau Durso was created at the insistence of Tsar Alexander II in 1870, and thus has very strong imperial connections. The Russian Royal Family had developed a great love for Champagne, and especially Cliquot, whose famous Widow had specifically targeted the Russian market and had for years shipped bottles for consumption to the Russian court. Unlike the British, who preferred their fizz to be dry (hence the name “Brut” – a play on the French declaring this to be a ‘brutish’ way to be appreciating their precious wines) the Russians preferred sweet, or demi-sec (semi-sweet) wines. Madame Cliquot supplied the demand for many years until the Tsar decided it would be appropriate (and presumably to enjoy even more of the stuff) if Russia could make its own. He dispatched loyal courtier Prince Lev Golitsyn (who must have thought it the most excellent Russian royal command ever) to oversee the project, and in collaboration with Feodor Geiduk, an agricultural expert, decided upon a small, rugged valley about 20 kilometers north of Novorossiysk.
In years gone by, the
Family friends of mine in Moscow have a Dacha near the birder with Belarus, about a 90 minute drive south from Moscow. Driving out of any of Russia’s cities for more than 30 minutes immediately gets you out into the countryside, and the Russian village way of life immediately takes over.
This is something I really want to learn how to do.
Tchaikovsky’s opera “The Queen of Spades” – after the Pushkin novel, is quite rightly accorded genius status in Russia, yet is only sporadically aired in the West, where audiences seem to prefer the unrequited love angst of Eugene Onegin. Perhaps it needs a Russian maestro and setting to bring out the best of the production, but for me any story that involves ghosts, gambling, a doomed heroine and the disgrace of addiction along with a murder has got to be worth the entrance money.
Serge Prokofiev was, along with Dmitri Shoshtakovich, one of the Soviet Union’s greatest composers, and along with his rival possessed a fierce sense of the ridiculous. The 1920s and 30’s were a time for avant garde expressionism and this opera examines this in detail. Princesses being born from Oranges? Silly Marches? It’s almost Pythonesque in its absurd surrealism.
The beautiful Albina Shagimuratova, another up and coming opera singer in an intimate recital tonight, with a set of Arias by Bellini, Donizetti (the ‘mad’ scene from Lucia di Lammermoor) and Romances by Rachmaninov. Again, I find these intimate settings a great leveler, the chance to hear a powerful singer in a more delicate setting – two hands, one voice.
The Mariinsky’s annual White Nights Festival takes in not just opera and ballet but also more intimate performances. Hence we have the wonderful mezzo-soprano Ekaterina Semenchuk – usually to be seen on stage performing Boris Gudonov, the Queen of Spades, Valkyrie, Il Trovadore and so on, presenting some of the 19th century Russian salon romances.