After 16 years of tasting wine, I finally realized that Champagne was the Holy Grail for me. No need to buy German Rieslings, Barolo’s, Brunello’s or my ex-love; the Italian IGT wines anymore. It also put an ending to spontaneous purchases of high rated wines, whatever their geographic location. But finally, I seemed to have escaped the dark side of a wine collector – the shopaholic phenomenon of always having the obsession and fear of not of having the newly released vintage, which always (for some reason) is declared vintage of the decade/century or simply just a perfect year for one of your favorites wines.
So here I find myself, sitting with my first glass of red wine from Jura in France and the next week, I am at my local wine pusher and buying a case of this stuff.
I am back to ground zero, pathetic - Jesus Christ - what happened?
First of all, the wine speaks for itself. The 12.5% alcohol and its fragile brink red color is a first indication of a wine with very feminine features. The nose is an adorable twist between the red fruit from Burgundy Pinot Noir, but it’s also flirting with some Italian stuff here, I am thinking old School Sangiovese with red fruit and leather notes. Even some hints in the Barolo direction, with a rustic note of forest, mushrooms and dried fruits. It’s a slim, pure, chalky, light on its toes wine, with delightful great drinking pleasure. As I mentioned with David Léclapart’s Trépail Rouge, it’s unthinkable that I would have liked such a wine 2-3 years back. Great stuff and did I mention its great QPR around 15€.
Coming back to my intro. I might have believed that I was on safe ground with the new Champagne-tactic, but I guess I will always (like most other wine lowers) have a curiosity to try new things.