29 August 2009
28 August 2009
24 August 2009
21 August 2009
Although Elena Walch is a favorite producer of mine I refrained from keeping her wines on the list for a while. As if someone would recognize my affinity and call me out for being entirely too OBVIOUS. And for me that is just what her wines are, the indisputable right choice. Carefully crafted with precision that only an architect could execute, they are some of the finest representation of regional varitals in Alto Adige. They are correct, classic, old world wines that are somehow acutely touched with her independent, renaissance woman modernism.
17 August 2009
16 August 2009
14 August 2009
In inspecting the lives of passionate and successful people there will often be a naysayer, a bully who pokes at the individual either from the sidelines; or head-on.
12 August 2009
This is the Gramona family coat of arms. Vine, wine, life, and a certain idea of Cava.
10 August 2009
09 August 2009
Bandol is an appellation within Provence; known for it's limestone soils and rich, brooding red wines. Although white wine is not the region's primary strength, this wine has a rare and delicate beauty.
It is a blend of the local Ugni Blanc and Clairette. The vineyard is located about 5 kilometers from the Mediterranean Sea.
Winemaker Alain Pascal has been making wine for production about 12 vintages now, but his father was previously a grower who sold his fruit; and Alain has been making wine for his own consumption for years. his first profession was as a professional boxer!
When I saw the excerpt below in July's newsletter I decided to include it because Pascale Parodi of Gros 'Nore told this story as she presented the wine at a recent lunch at Alu.
Here we are—July—and it matters because this dry white has the sun and sea in
it. A vacation in a wine glass!
At Gros ’Noré, at first I thought the wine had an intense citronelle smell to
it. Then I realized it was the winemaker’s aftershave. In fact, he caught me sniff-
ing at him, so I asked him why he smelled so . . . strong. He giggled like a
schoolboy. “If you knew where I’m headed,” he said, “you’d be jealous.”
“Well, where?” I asked.
“She’s blonde,” he said, beaming and making weird shapes in the air with his
gnarly, wine-stained hands.
I brought the bottle home, far from the odor of horny vignerons. This white
smells as inviting as a slice of cold honeydew melon on a hot day, and there is
indeed a twist of lemon to it—but subtle, thank goodness—not at all like after-
Summertime, summertime. I will never have enough summertimes.
Lyle Railsback pouring 1998 Gros 'Nore Bandol Rouge; a back-vintage treat!