With a name sounding like a female porn star’s anal discomfort, this wine is also priced to make the eyes water.
From the Wine Society at £20, it tastes of cinnamon, stewed fruit and rotting veg. Hits most Pinot Noir benchmarks but possibly a bit rich at that price.
I normally spend Easter breaks punishing my evil liver. This time I’ve been sharpening the saw. My third New Year resolution in a row, and most futile yet, to lose weight, has resulted in a lonely and shameless 2 pounds sneaking off disguised as female musicians. So time for a bit less booze and a bit more exercise and, most incredibly, no chocolate at all. I managed 492 sit-ups on Easter Monday amongst other exercise – ouch…
But all work and no play makes Wino a dull boy so to brighten my spirits I picked out an expensive bottle from the Combine Harvester to end the weekend.
My 1986 Hand of God driven campaign to avoid everything from the land of Peron ended for two reasons. Firstly, I finally forgave Maradona. Lurching from national crisis to personal crisis, he cuts a sorry figure on the world football stage these days. Secondly, Argentina produces some of my favourite wines and, at my age, there is little point in cutting ones stem off to spite ones Riedel Vinum.
This Malbec from Catena Alta is a prime example. It is quite expensive, although nowhere near the 37M euros that Maradona owes the Italian tax authorities. Is it worth it?
Surely it’s a W? Why do I seem to disagree with most leading economists, investors and politicians? In my wine tainted mind, a double dip recession is more certain than ever. In the UK, at least.
We have temporary low purchase tax, temporary hyper-low interest rates and temporary Bank intervention, pumping money into the economy on a scale not seen since RBS started furnishing Sir Fred Goodwin with his pension.
Occasionally I like to take a break from Progressive House and listen to a couple of real “Old Skool” albums. Tonight I sampled Counting Crows’ “August and Everything After”, Steve Winwood’s “Back in the High Life” and David Bowie’s experimental and innovative (at the time) “The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars”. Top stuff, and could show those young whippersnapping beat stealers a thing or two.
Not everything old is implicitly good though. Most old wine goes off sooner or later, so drink it before it does!
Back to reality, with tonight’s University Challenge yielding less than 5 points to the Wino intellect (or lack of). And this despite a dumbing down of questions this series, to include word games, “modern” music and, of all things, 20th century architecture.
My lack of success at quiz events is partly due to lack of knowledge, and partly due to lack of due care and attention. I think they named a driving offence after me. But there must be some random knowledge stored up there in the old grey matter. For example, I am sure I heard that the wines of Margaux are feminine and gently perfumed.
Super trouper. No, not a huge stage light illuminating Anni-Frid’s gorgeous pupils. Not a 1960’s smog over London. Not even a receptacle for doggie-doos (or is that a pooper scooper?)
None of the above. Just my thoughts on the first 2005 Gevrey Chambertin I can remember tasting.
This Gevrey is top notch for a mere £20.99 from the Sunday Times Wine Club.
OK, that is far from cheap but I think it is worth it. Bright as a button with forest fruits, hay and meringue, it is a veritable farmyard pavlova.
Didn’t last long…..
According to Haircut 100 in the 1980’s, my favourite shirt was “on the bed”, but it didn’t encourage me to do a somersault on my head.
Another musical/clothing misnomer came from Scottish warbler, Paolo Nutini who extolled the virtues of new shoes. I think most readers will agree that old shoes are infinitely superior. Only Oliver Sweeney makes mens’ shoes that fit quickly but they are bloody expensive.  Most Northampton based shoemakers require a 3 month run in period and an oil change. Other brands simply expire within that period.
So we are left with our old favourites. Comfortable and reassuring. Loyal friends, whose passing we mourn like a childhood pet.
And so Eurovision has come and gone and, for once, the UK didn’t come last. In fact we made a creditable 5th place, although we had to recruit the noble Lord Webber of Musicals to write us a tune and, predictably, the singer had to come from a reality TV show.
Some have criticised Eurovision in recent years alleging tactical voting as being the cause of the UK’s fall from grace. I say our entries were just pap and wouldn’t have troubled the scorer in a hitting a barn door with a banjo competition.
Highly variable results is something you get used to when you drink Burgundy. Was Jean Grivot Nuits-St-Georges Les Lavières 2004 a “Waterloo” or did it score null points?
I’m not having much luck with my latest Burgundies from the Wine Society. This one would have cost £24.25 if it had not been included in a cheapo Burgundy bin end case. The 2004 is available at £28.50 – maybe that is a better bet now?
The 2001 I opened the other evening was slightly oxidised but there was clear evidence of a super wine under the dull acidity.
Apple and blackberry, raspberry and ginger. It tipped a good nod to Pinot Noir with the smell you get when you chuck damp leaves on a fire. It wasn’t so badly oxidised as to make it undrinkable but a £25 Nuit St-Georges like this should have had me in ecstasy rather than objectivity. Shame.
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