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August 31, 2012 7:35 pm
For most people I know, holidays are a time to relax. And in the English language, “relaxing” is becoming ever more synonymous with drinking. But for us wine writers, things are different. Outside holiday time, our diaries are stuffed with back-to-back tastings. I certainly don’t ask for pity, just incredulity at the number of wine tastings we might be invited to in one day – between one and six from September to June with just two or three weeks off for Christmas.
So, I must admit, I positively relish the holidays as a time when any exposure to alcohol – and I do realise it’s a potential toxin – is voluntary. For me, relaxation is not having to take the milk thistle extract that I have persuaded myself protects my liver from occupational hazard.
As a result, by the end of our first week this year in our holiday house in the Languedoc, my husband was complaining rather peevishly about the short rations he felt the cellar mistress of the household was administering compared with his generous output from the kitchen. I suppose his disappointment at a relatively empty wine glass must have been all the more bittersweet because our house happens to be surrounded by vineyards.
It did seem a bit mean to deprive my husband, recuperating from surgery, of one of life’s great pleasures, so from then on, I opened more of our own bottles, and when a wine producer contacted me asking me to taste their wines, I suggested they send them to our Languedoc address. As a result, over the next three weeks our postwoman and the local couriers became thoroughly bemused by the quantity of bottles, from all over the world, they were asked to deliver to this particular address in a wine village.
• Laroche, Punto Alto Casablanca Pinot Noir 2009 Chile (£9.07, Formula Wine)
• Treloar, Three Peaks 2009 Roussillon (£11.99, Cambridge Wine Merchants)
• Hegarty Chamans, Cuvée No 2 2009 Minervois (£11.99, Adnams)
• Dom de Cébène, Ex Arena 2010 Languedoc (£14.99, Leon Stolarski, Cambridge Wine Merchants)
• Les Clos Perdus, Prioundo 2010 Corbières (£15.95, Green & Blue)
• Pfaffl, Altenberg St Laurent 2009 Austria (£28.99, Corks of Cotham)
Of many stunning vintages, 2004 was the most captivating of San Leonardo, Trentino’s jewel of a claret (£25.99/37.5cl, Handford Wines).
One aristocratic Italian wine producer (admittedly a rather large subset of all Italian wine producers) sent no fewer than 39 bottles of different vintages of his beloved San Leonardo, a particularly refined Bordeaux blend from the shores of Lake Garda, apologising profusely that there was one vintage of which he had no double in case of a spoilt cork. All 39 bottles were carefully packed in cartons into a single giant box whose weight must surely have set a new record.
Another set of wines arrived from Austrian wine producer Pfaffl, including two screwcapped, super-fruity marvels, a red and white made within the city limits of Vienna, so very far in every way from the culture and sensibilities of our Languedoc village. The Austrian wines were very well made, but if anything a little too heady for casual sipping in what has been a pretty torrid summer in the Languedoc.
We keep a small cellar there, and this year I dipped with delight into the stocks of refreshing German Riesling that I ship in regularly from the Mosel. This is the sort of wine that can and should be aged, and the 2004 vintage of my usual choice Dr Loosen, Wehlener Sonnenuhr Kabinett (still available commercially in Napa, I see) is just the job at eight years old. Though while for me its low alcoholic strength, just 8 per cent, was an advantage, my husband may disagree.
The sturdier Turkish reds that remained from a consignment of doubles I had to taste last year were more to his taste, at more than 13 per cent, if definitely esoteric in a Languedoc context, and I was impressed by how well Kavaklidere’s 2008 examples of the indigenous Boğazkere and even the supposedly less serious Öküzgözü grapes had lasted. As it happened, I needed to taste younger vintages of the same wines this year and they dutifully turned up on our doorstep.
Much more difficult was the consignment of a dozen new California and Oregon releases from a producer called Evening Land without, according to a telephone call from FedEx at Roissy airport, the requisite details of exactly what the alcoholic strength of each wine was. Could I help? If not, the bottles would have to be sent back across the Atlantic. Since the name of the sender bore no relation to Evening Land, it took considerable detective work to unravel this puzzle, but in the end, just a day or two before we had to leave, these particular bottles were delivered by our long-suffering local courier. I had to scramble to taste them in time and hope that our daughter and her 10 friends enjoyed the leftovers.
There were one or two plums in our little wine cellar and the first time we invited friends to join us around our table under the chestnut tree, I pulled out two of them: Dom Pérignon 2003 and the 2008 top bottling Garrus from the celebrated Provençal rosé specialist Château d’Esclans. This luxurious champagne from an unusually hot year was ageing a little faster than I expected, while the four-year-old rosé, which I half-suspected would be over the hill, was still drinking beautifully – and was much livelier than its stablemate bottling called, a mite confusingly, Les Clans.
Towards the end of our stay we invited a young British wine merchant and his three friends who were staying nearby for another lunch. He’d promised to bring something special to drink, and what was it? Dom Pérignon 2003 and Château d’Esclans, Garrus 2008.
Most of what we drank, of course, had been grown locally, for the wines of the Languedoc-Roussillon nowadays are some of the world’s most interesting, individual and well priced. Fortunately for me, wine producers there are not aggressive self-promoters and relatively few of them have found their way to my front door.
A handful of producers delivered their latest wines and, thanks to an assignation at Narbonne railway station with an old Cumbrian friend who now champions his Languedoc neighbour’s wines, I also tasted the current Les Terrasses de Gabrielle range of mainly St-Chinians.
There is a world of difference between tasting and drinking. Tasting is what I associate with work and brainpower, with having every sense keenly honed while trying to draw on memories of other, related wines tasted before. Drinking is – well, as I said at the beginning – a much more relaxed activity. I do very occasionally get tired of tasting, but that never spoils my enjoyment of drinking.
Tasting notes on Purple Pages of JancisRobinson.com
Stockists from winesearcher.com
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