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Monday 9th February 2004
An interesting weekend’s drinking. One of the things I enjoy doing
is opening two or three bottles together, having a glass or a small
tasting pour from each, comparing them, and then drinking them with
food over the course of an evening. Of course, I don’t personally
consume three bottles in a sitting – one seems to be the maximum I
can comfortably enjoy, and often less than this – but most wines are
good for a couple of days, if a little less impressive than when first
opened, and having friends round helps, too.
The Château des Tours Réserve 2000 may be a lowly
Côtes du Rhône, but it’s a superb wine, brimming with alluring
sweet Grenache aromas balanced by spicy, earthy notes. This is just
archetypal Southern Rhône for me. Delicious and balanced, my six-pack
is diminishing fast (this originally cost about £6.50 in a sale; it
was either Bibendum or H&H Bancroft). As a nice foil, the Pierre
Gaillard 1999 St Joseph screams Northern Rhône Syrah to me.
It’s not a terribly complex wine, but it does have that typical
roast meat, spicy, bloody edge to the raspberry fruit that is a
trademark of Northern Rhône Syrah. I’m half way through a case of
this (this one was definitely from the H&H Bancroft Sale, also for
£6.50), and the last bottle was decidedly tired, something I put down
to the closure (two piece synthetic cork; either neocork or nomacork -
this is no bad reflection one these closures because from other data
it seems the one-piece synthetics wouldn't be expected to keep a wine
protected for four years). This bottle is fresh as you like.
On to Austria. The Bründlmayer Zöbinger Heiligenstein
Riesling 1997 from the Kamptal is a delight. It’s fresh, angular
and poised with piercing limey fruit, delicate and spicy, fresh and
pure. I have one left of this. It really doesn’t taste six years
old. I’m on a bit of a Loire roll at the moment, so I opened a sweet
Chenin to finish off with. The Domaine des Gagnières Bonnezeaux
1999 Cuvée Benoît is from a slightly dodgy vintage, but it’s
very nice. Like most Chenin, it takes some understanding. It’s rich
textured, rounded and sweet with complex yet reticent flavours of
marmalade, wax, melon and honey, together with hints of anise. It
wouldn’t stand up to a dessert; this is best enjoyed on its own.
Thursday 5th February
Don’t worry. This mostly-wine blog isn’t about to change into a
football blog, but I can’t let this opportunity pass without a
mention of the remarkable
goings-on at White Hart Lane last night. Me and my mate Rob were
sitting there growing increasingly glum as our team (Manchester City,
of course) conceded an early goal, lost their best player, conceded
two more goals and had Joey Barton sent off, leaving us 3–0 down at
half time and down to 10 men. We were very depressed and the game was
effectively over. Then, the most remarkable turn-around of FA Cup
history ensued. It was quite incredible. When the winning goal went
in, sealing a 4–3 win, Rob turned and hugged a complete stranger.
What a night. We had a slightly nervous walk back to the tube amid
murderously depressed Spurs fans, but it didn’t take the gloss off
what was a remarkable performance the likes of which I doubt we’ll
see again in our lifetimes.
Tuesday 3rd February
Just a brief, note like entry in the blog tonight. It’s getting to
be busy in the tasting calendar again. Yesterday a brief sojourn at
the Bibendum tasting. Had a chat with Christiano
Van Zeller of Douro fame, who was showing the Vallado wines. 2002
was a very tricky vintage in the Douro but he’s more pleased than he
expected to be with what he’s produced (he makes his own wine, Vale
Dona Maria, as well as Vallado and Domini in partnership with others).
2003 is very good indeed, so that will be something to look forward
to. I found out today that I’m going back to the Douro in March,
which I’m very much looking forward to. Today was the big Australian
trade tasting, which continues tomorrow. I tasted widely. Stand-outs
for me included the wines from Mitolo, which are simply sensationally
good in a very ripe, exotic style. Dion Gunson was showing some new
agencies, including the super Red Edge wines from Heathcote. Heathcote
is also a region where the new Shadowfax
operate, and their two Shiraz wines from here were superb. Charles
Melton’s 2001s are very good, and the Two Hands wines are pretty
impressive albeit in a super-ripe mould. Full notes to follow soon, of
course. Tomorrow night I’m off to watch City
in the fourth round of the cup at White Hart Lane, hoping for a much
needed win.
Friday 30th January
I must admit to being a little concerned by all the flak the BBC
is getting over the criticisms contained in the Hutton Report,
published this week. It’s not that I’m disputing Lord Hutton’s
conclusions – I haven’t studied the report so I can’t really
comment on them. It’s because I see the potential for this episode
to be used by those with a political agenda against the BBC. The BBC
is very important. Unlike other privately owned media, the BBC is
funded by a licence fee and is thus effectively independent: it
carries no advertising. Perhaps most importantly other media are owned
by rich people, and rich peoples' particular interest is how to make
sure that they stay that way. Thus they are invariably
entangled with politics at some level, and have particular interests
that are usually represented and championed at an editorial level.
This isn’t good for the rest of us. In any country, one of the keys
to its proper functioning is a free, healthy media – information
sources which act in the interests of the people and which can’t be
bought. The media keeps politicians honest, or should I say the media
makes sure that politicians at least try to be honest. The BBC has
shown that it is not afraid to upset government, and as a result one
gets the impression that the government would quite like to remove the
licence fee. This would be disastrous, not least because there is only
one pot of TV advertising money and independent television would
effectively have to share this with the BBC. I’m not claiming the
BBC is perfect – interestingly, the Conservatives claimed they had a
left-wing bias when they were in power, and New Labour criticise them
for bias in a similar way – but they do a very good job which would
be jeopardised if the licence fee were withdrawn.
My other main concern is that
there exist bodies with an agenda to make the internet less
mainstream, confining it to the fringe of computer nerds and technical
people, replacing it with a more controllable information source. The
brilliant thing about the internet is that the barrier to entry is
currently low. Thus small time publishers who may still be of very
high quality, and who because of their size have fewer editorial
compromises, can get in on the game. This is good, because it offers a
variety of voices, some speaking more clearly and truthfully than
traditional media giants who previously had control. Big publishers feel a little threatened by this influx of competition, so
don’t be surprised if there emerges a collusion between large media
providers and consumer electronics companies who offer a sanitized,
controlled, TV-controller accessible, parallel version of the internet
for the masses. I hope this sort of thing never really takes off –
and I know that it has been tried already – because the internet is
an important medium that should be kept out of the hands of media
giants. There are a lot of people who want to control the information
we receive, and a truly free media is to be cherished and valued.
Wednesday January 21st
Some of the quality of an evening out in central London for me is
determined by the journey home. More precisely, how long do I have to
wait for a tube to Richmond? I’ve mentioned it here before on my
blog, but sometimes I can spend what seems like a lifetime at Earl’s
Court or South Kensington (often in a semi- or fully inebriated state)
waiting for a ****** District Line Richmond train. I’ve even taken
to going a few stops to Hammersmith on the wrong train just because
there they have a modern departure board telling you how long you have
to wait. Earl’s Court’s antediluvian destination board is
seriously bad psychology, designed to frustrate and enrage. Tonight,
however, was one of those perfect evenings where I had just 30 seconds
to wait for my train. It feels good.
Earlier this evening I attended the Handford Wine
Burgundy 2002 tasting. Some very good wines, some of which even
represent quite good value for money. Following this, my brother in
law, William, had promised to take me for some food. Rather than just
plumping for the usual Ifield Road El Gaucho (enormous Argentinian
steaks) we decided to try something more local. I asked Handford’s
Adrian Heaven for a recommendation, and he struck gold. Just a few
minutes’ walk from Handford South Ken down the Old Brompton Road is Tendido
Cero, a serious location for Tapas. Best of all, it’s BYO, so we
chose two wines to take with us: Bierzo 1998 from Descendientes de
J. Palacios (£18.95 Handford) and the 1999 Alíon (£26.95
Handford) from the Ribera del Duero. Between the two of us we chose
the following from their menu.
- Jamón
Ibérico de Salamanca
We liked this tender, sweet ham so much we ordered it again
- Pan
tostado con tomate y jamón al estilo catalán
Ham on toast with plenty of garlic
- Tartar
de salmon con alcoperras, pepinillos y mayoresa de enelado
lovely oily richness and a fresh, fishy flavour
- Tortillas
rellenas de autún, gambas y mayonesa
Tuna and prawn pancake with mayonnaise – delicious
- Croquetas
Cremosas de jamon Serrano
This was ethereally light and fluffy – wonderful texture
- Cordero
guisado al chilindron
Tender, subtle lamb shoulder with a nice spiciness
- Abóngidas
al estilo de la abuela
Richly flavoured meatballs – these were OK rather than
spectacular
- Tortilla
de patata
I like this rather stodgy potato omelette a lot
- Chorizo
picante de la sidra
Rich, mindblowing, spicy flavours
The service was energetic and attentive – very
professional. The quality of the food coupled with the fact that you
can bring your own wine (£2 corkage) means that I can’t recommend
this place highly enough. One comment, though – some people really
waste the rare privelige of BYO by bringing crappy wine. The next door
table were drinking Sainsbury’s own label Claret. BYO is a great
chance to drink serious wine with good food without paying silly money
for the privelige. Our wine choices would have cost us £60 a piece of
an averagely priced restaurant list. As it stands, the bill for the
two of us was around £80 (service included), which isn’t cheap, but
we did order a little more than we really needed, and we had at least
four bottles of mineral water at £3 a pop. Even so, it’s money well
spent and I look forward to going there again soon, especially if my
bro-in-law is treating me.
Tuesday January 20th
Goodness. It’s nearly the end of January. After a nice long,
lazy break over the holiday period, I’ve experienced a crazy
immersion into an activity packed new year. The January tasting season
is in full swing, and later today I’m going to two events – the i5
(independent coalition of five small importers) tasting and the New
Zealand bash. Last week I even forgot a couple I’d been meaning to
go to (the Bunch and Lay & Wheeler’s Burgundy 2002). Two wine
dinners in the last couple of weeks have been fun. First was a blind
Rhône and Rhône-like do (reported on here)
and then last Monday a wine nut dinner hosted by Sion Simon at the
House of Commons. This was a little weird at first, because of the six
combatants only a few had met before, and we were sort of aware that
meeting like this with dozens of bottles of wine and only a little
food was vaguely pathological. After a while, though, it kicked into
life, and we had some lovely wines, including a tasty Cain Five 1994,
1998 Ogier Côte Rôtie, 1998 Pegau, 1990 Vieux Telegraphe, 1993 Clerc
Milon, 1970 Taylor’s Port, a 1971 German Riesling Auslese whose name
I’ve forgotten, and a bretty but nice 1990 Coudoulet. I made the
mistake of drinking beer in the stranger’s bar afterwards and still
have no recollection of how I got home. One other noteworthy wine
experience has been taking delivery of my sole case of Rhône 2001 en
primeur. The wine in question is the Gilles Barge Clos du Martinets St
Joseph, and it’s drinking beautifully now. I had my first bottle
with a really good steak, cooked à point, and it was a near-heavenly
experience. Don’t get me wrong: the Gilles Barge St Joe is not a
perfect wine. But at £10 all in per bottle, with just the right
weight of Northern Rhône Syrah fruit, it’s just right for me on an
average Friday evening.
Monday January 5th
January is typically a time of giving up things that we think are
bad; for trying to improve ourselves by purging our excesses and
bringing in a new regime of fitness, happiness and general well being
that we hope will extend throughout the new year and beyond. My sister
and her husband announced that they are going to ‘detox’, whatever
that involves. I might try my own, newly invented 'red' diet. Just
foods coloured red: principally red wine and red meat. A new local gym
has timed its opening to coincide with January resolve to get fit. But
resolutions and fasts need not be restricted just to food and reduced
bodyweight. I have a friend who once gave up reading, listening to or
viewing any media for a period of 40 days. This novel-sounding fast
might do us all good. While some news media do a good job, most see
the information they disperse purely in terms of entertainment value.
That’s their business, after all, you may say. But what happened to
the notion of excellence for its own sake? Is the best newspaper the
one that is read by the most readers? Look at the circulation figures:
this clearly isn’t the case. As a whole, our society is distracted
and engaged by nonsense. We live in a celebrity culture where being
famous is a bankable commodity, and supposedly serious media have
jumped on the celebrity bandwagon. The media have become more and more
efficient at identifying what people want, and they give them more of
it by the shovelful, until they can take no more. When it’s not
celebrity stories dominating our front pages, it’s gory tales of
crime and the ensuing trials that grab the big headlines. Thus we have
the emergence of the rapist/child murderer or serial killer as
celebrity. I was appalled by the in-depth coverage of the recent Soham
murder trial which was lapped up by the news media and dominated
coverage for almost a fortnight. Murder as entertainment. We now even
have the bizarre phenomenon of news presenter/gatherer as celebrity.
John Simpson is an example: originally he wrote a very successful and
engaging account of his travels as BBC foreign correspondent. This was
then followed up by a slightly more navel-gazing and pompous effort,
but one which was probably still worthwhile. Perhaps running slightly short of
anecdotes, he produced a third volume majoring on his experiences in
Afghanistan. But Simpson hadn’t finished, and has pulled out a
fourth book, this time based on adventures in Iraq. What next? An
account of John’s summer holidays? His favourite cultural
experiences? [Of course, he's free to write these books, and we are
free to choose whether to buy them or not.] All in all, a decent-ish break from media and their
distorted, celebrity-focused view of the world, would probably be
beneficial for all of us.
Last night, I enjoyed a bottle of a good, honest,
interesting wine. Don’t ask me what criteria I use to define a wine
as ‘honest’ — I just know an honest wine when I come across one.
It was a Jamet 2002 Syrah Vin de Pays des Collines Rhodaniennes
(£5.99 Majestic), a wine that offers fresh, bright, savoury, meaty,
roasted red berry fruits, followed up with high acidity. It’s just
12% alcohol, which should be normal for a red table wine but these
days rarely is. The Jamet wine is made no doubt from fairly high
yields of young or not particularly well sited vines, in or near the
vineyards of Côte-Rôtie in the northern Rhône. While it’s not big
or showy, and some may find the intense savouriness a little too much,
I find it an authentic expression of wines from this part of the
world. It’s cheap enough to drink frequently, and savoury enough to
match well with most foods. And to use a Jeffordism, it’s eminently
digestible.
Friday January 2nd 2004
Christmas has come and gone, and here in the Goode household it
has been a wonderful time, giving us an opportunity to begin enjoying
our new house (our old kitchen was about 10 x 6 foot; the current one
is 32 x 12), and catch up with a lot of friends and family. So hello
2004. What does this new year hold? For me 2003 was an eventful year
in several ways: I suspect 2004 will be similar, although I don’t
think I particularly want to go through the hassle of another house
move, at least for a decade or so.
Each new year I've used my blog as a chance
to set out some loosely wine-related resolutions. In January
2002 I set out the following. (1) Drink
less but drink better. (2) Be more creative
in buying wine, supporting the merchants who really do good work, even
if it's more hassle than popping into the local supermarkets or high
street outlets. (3) Buy more educational bottles, leaving my
comfort zone more frequently. Part of the joy of wine lies in its
diversity. (4) Travel more. It's hard to write about wine
regions with any great insight if you've never caught the real flavour
of them first-hand. (5) Keep perspective, seeing wine
integrated as part of a rich, healthy lifestyle, not as an end in
itself. These are all pretty good, and would do this time around, with
particular attention on number 4, I feel. Then, this
time last year I set out some more
resolutions: to learn more, to publish more (improving the quality
at the same time) and to take more time to reflect. I've partially
failed on the last one, in that life has become more busy and I've
been pulled in several directions, so perhaps I need to concentrate on
this. I remember Andrew Jefford once hinted that he thought - in
analogy with grape vines - that some wine writers might be too
high-yielding. I don't want to sacrifice quality for quantity, and
it's always something that I keep in mind when pitching for fresh
commissions.
Other
goals this year? (1) I have to write my book. I mentioned on this blog
some months ago that I've been fortunate to secure a significant
commission with leading wine book publishers Mitchell Beazley. It's a
project I'm very excited about, and now I have to get down to serious
research and writing. My goal is to make it the most interesting,
profitable and original wine book to be published in the last three
decades. Yes, I still believe that Man City are going to win the
premiership in my lifetime ;) (2) Now I lack a subterranean space to
stash my wine, I'm going to get some temperature-controlled storage.
With global climate change and all that, summer 2003 might not be a
one-off. (3) I really enjoy travelling, so I want to see some more
wine regions this year. For various reasons I had to turn down three
press trips at the end of last year; I'm going to try to get out more
often in the next 12 months. (4) Finally, I'm going to improve
wineanorak with more varied content and fresh features. Yes folks, I
want to make this the most interesting stop on the web for wine
information. Thanks for your support over the last year, and please
visit often over the next.
Friday
19th December
Last night was my first visit to Handford Wines, South Kensington
(formerly La Vigneronne). Earlier in
the year La Vigneronne was sold by owners Mike and Liz Berry to James
Handford, to become the second Handford branch in addition to their
superb Holland Park shop. At the time I was sad to see La Vigneronne
go – it was a unique shop, with its strong focus on wines of the
Languedoc and the South of France, and I had a sentimental attachment
to it. So how has La Vig changed since it became Handford?
The good news is that it’s still an interesting place to
shop for wine. Of course, the range has broadened somewhat, with a
corresponding (inevitable) loss of focus, but there is still a fine
selection of southern French oddities and small production wines.
Pascal Fulla’s Mas L’Ecriture, Remy Pedreno’s Roc d’Anglade,
Mas Jullien, Les Creisses, Aurelles, Ravanes and a host of others
(including Puffeney’s remarkable Arbois wines) are still sitting
there on the shelves. Portugal has been beefed up a bit with some more
from Raymond Reynolds’ portfolio, and Bordeaux, Burgundy and Italy
have also expanded. In the Alsace, it’s good to see that Marc
Kreydenweiss still has pole position, with support from Zind Humbrecht
and Trimbach. South Africa is now ‘overweight’ as the city boys
would say, but you can forgive Handford’s Greg Sherwood his passion
– he’s got the top names. What about prices? La Vigneronne
wasn’t the cheapest shop in the world; nor is Handford. If you are
in the market for these sorts of wines, by the bottle, in an expensive
neighbourhood, then you aren’t going to be looking to save a pound
or two. There’s continuity of staff, and the tasting program
continues – a relief to many wine geeks. All in all, I came away
quite encouraged.
18th December
Two books I’m reading at the moment. Both about wine, but rather
different from the usual run of the mill wine titles. The first is a
proof copy of a book due to be published by Harper Collins in
February, telling the story of phylloxera – the fiendish aphid that
just about wiped out the wine industries of Europe in the late 19th
Century. This was a bad time to be a wine grower. First they had to
deal with oidium, a fungal disease that reached France via imported
vines from the USA and knocked yields for six until someone found out
that powdered sulphur was an effective prophylactic. Then less than 20
years later, in 1867, vignerons in the south of France started to
notice a mysterious vine malady that rapidly spread, killing all vines
in its path. Widespread panic ensued, and it was a while before
scientists could work out what was causing the problem – a
subterranean aphid. That’s as far as I’ve got. In contrast, the
second book is almost finished. It’s subject matter is ancient
wine, recounting the quest to find the roots (forgive the bad pun)
of viticulture in the ancient world. Patrick McGovern has used a new
discipline, molecular archaeology, to try to work out when and where
the first wines were made. It’s a technical book, but a good story
nonetheless. Full reviews to follow.
What about non-wine books? Although I love books, I’m not
a *serious* reader: after all, I gave up half way through the first
part of Proust’s classic work. Three favourite authors include one
fairly high-brow and two most definitely not. First, I’m a fan of Chaim
Potok, and have read everything he’s written. Start with My
name is Asher Lev. Second, I’ve also read everything by Nevil
Shute, a great storyteller who was busy writing either side of the
last world war. Most people’s exposure to Shute is through A town
like Alice and the rather depressing On the beach, but
I’d recommend digging further – Round
the bend is a
particular favourite. His writing style seems dated and a little
sentimental now, but they’re thoughtful, humane and very readable
books. Finally, it may damn me in the eyes of some of my readers, I
like Susan Howatch’s writing. I’m a slightly more selective
with her books, but I think that the Starbridge series (e.g. Glittering
Images) is brilliant,
and I’m also keen on the three more recent books that have been
spin-offs from the first series of five. My holiday reading, though,
will start with Primo Levi's Periodic Table, which I was given
yesterday as a gift. Wonder how far I'll get.
Saturday
13th December
Extended tasting note number three: Montegaredo
Tinto ‘Roble’ 2000 Ribero del Duero, Spain
Context:
It’s Thursday evening. Buoyed by my limited success at first-time
plumbing, I’ve just been attempting a bit of plastering. It’s
hard, and I’m rubbish at it, but it’s enjoyable having a go. Now
I’m sitting typing on my laptop while watching television, a glass
of wine by my side.
The
wine in question is from Spain’s Ribero del Duero, made by a
producer I’m not familiar with. The label design is very Spanish and
quite traditional. With a picture of a couple of barrels on it, and
the designation ‘roble’, I’m getting a little worried. A common
theme with Spanish wines is that they’ve suffered from too much oak.
Often the problem with the traditional wines is that they spend a long
time in old American oak, which can confer a coconut and vanilla
character that I don’t like. The fruit has to be seriously intense
initially to withstand a long time in barrel, and often
traditional-style Riojas are dried out dominated by the sweet oak
characters. The barrels also need to be clean. And then the new wave
wines are often dominated by too much new oak—both are undesirable
in my book. So is this wine going to be flawed?
Fortunately,
not. Or at least only a tiny bit. It has a lovely, beguiling nose with
vivid fruit coupled with smoky, slightly tarry oak notes together with
just a hint of vanilla and the tiniest whiff of coconut. It’s really
well balanced and quite elegant. There’s some spiciness, but the
overall impression is savoury and intense. There’s just enough
lifted acidity to bring the aromas out of the glass, but not enough to
cause any problems.
The
programme I’m watching is BBC’s
flagship science series, Horizon. Generally this is a hugely
impressive production, let down a little by the odd episode that
allows the journalistic desire for a good story override scientific
considerations. Tonight it’s more technology than science, telling
the story of how in 1899 a Brit called Percy Pilcher could have beaten
the Wright brothers by being the first person to succeed with a
powered flight. He designed a plane but never got to fly it, and so
Horizon are trying to build his machine and put it to the test.
Back
to the wine. The palate shows a lovely savoury character with dark
fruits, good acidity and smooth yet firm tannins. It’s quite
traditional in style but the intensity of fruit stands up well to the
oak (presumably a mix of new and old American oak, but this is just a
guess). The whole thing is wrapped up with a spicy, tarry finish.
You’d probably guess this as Spanish in a blind tasting because of
the oak, but it is very well done. A reasonably serious wine, I’d
give this 90/100. Yours for £10.95 from Lay & Wheeler.
Thursday
11th December
Impromptu lunch today with fellow wine website publishers Bill Nanson
and Neal Martin, at Japanese restaurant Sakura. Bill is a chemist
working in Basle, but has recently begun the excellent Burgundy Report
(www.burgundyreport.com),
in addition to his slightly broader-focused personal wine site www.nanson.ch.
Neal works in the trade buying wines for Jalexu, a Japanese company,
but has also recently started his excellent Bordeaux-focused wine
site, www.wine-journal.com.
It comes complete with an album of the month section, where Neal pairs
the music he recommends with a particular wine (I don’t think this
is fully serious, in case you are getting a bit worried). We had a
broad ranging chat, much of which isn’t for repeating here. The food
was very good, too. No wine, though (Bill was on tea, Neal and I had
Asahi). Bill, Neal and I also publish wine blogs. For the record, as
far as I am aware, the original wine blog is that of US wine importer
Joe Dressner, found at www.joedressner.com,
the large majority of which you will quickly recognize (I hope) as a
satirical creation, poking fun at the wine trade and internet wine
personalities. I haven’t met Joe, but I’ve communicated with him online
and by email. He has a wonderful portfolio of largely
manipulation-free wines from small French producers, including many
made from biodynamically and organically grown grapes.
Tuesday
9th December
House
update. Things have progressed and we're quite settled in
here, even though nothing is finished. I'm enjoying getting
stuck in now there are no builders here to mock my efforts. I
even plumbed in our kitchen sink and washing machine from
scratch, without too many leaks. For those who've never done
any plumbing before (I hadn't a couple of weeks back), it's
actually quite easy using the modern plastic piping (speedfit
or polyplumb are two of the brands available). You just need
some confidence and a bit of guidance the first time. |
October |
December |
As
you can see from the pictures, our kitchen is far from
finished: we've yet to decide what we want to do with it, so
for the time being we have reinstalled what was left of the
old kitchen
with a new range cooker (gas connected today) and American
style fridge freezer. There'll be room for a wine cabinet. The
bathroom (right) is equally unfinished, but we have a
lovely bath, sink and toilet installed and working, with the
shower and boxing in of the boiler and cylinder yet to happen.
It's surprising how quickly you get used to living in a
building site. Last night had a surprisingly good £2.99 wine
- the Tesco Simply Gewurztraminer, a fresh, fruity,
grapey white with good balance and without that rather
perfumed, confected character inexpensive Gewurztraminer
sometimes has. It's from the reliable Hilltop winery in
Hungary. |
Thursday 4th December
Going to see my favourite football team play is a bit like opening a
bottle of old wine. You stand a high chance of disappointment, and
whatever the outcome, it’s an expensive pursuit. Last night I went
to see the team in question, Manchester
City, play away in the fourth
round of the Carling Cup against Spurs. Whitehart Lane is a nice,
compact stadium and the pitch was looking superb. Out came the teams
and for the next forty-five minutes I saw one of the worst
performances I’ve ever experienced from City. They couldn’t win
the ball in midfield, the defence was scared and panicky, and poor old
Kevin Stur-Ellegard, City’s 20 year old third-choice keeper, looked
a bit out of his depth. Then, after the break City were like a
different side, playing with passion and precision and creating a
whole bunch of chances. We still lost, but I didn’t feel like I’d
totally wasted the £25 the ticket cost – and that is cheap compared
with Chelsea, who charge away fans in excess of £40 for the privilege
of visiting the Bridge.
Haven’t opened any old wine
for a while, but I have been enjoying D’Arenberg’s Vintage
Fortified Shiraz 1999 (from Australia’s McLaren Vale) over recent
nights. It’s different in character to Port, although it is made in
the same way. There aren’t any Ports at this price (£13.99 per 75
cl bottle, Oddbins) that I’d prefer. It’s a wild wine, with hugely
concentrated sweet, ripe fruit with masses of tannic structure
balancing the sweetness. There’s some herby, red fruit complexity,
but it’s the purity of the fruit combined with the spicy structure
that makes this wine such a complete experience. I suspect it will
mellow with age for some decades to come, but it really is tasting
good now. No holds barred.
Technology continues to progress
apace. Visiting the electronics shops on Tottenham Court Road the
other day I was bowled over the sophisticated gadgetry you can now get
for a dozen used twenties. Digital still cameras have doubled in
specification for the same price over the last year. Digital video
cameras are now about a third of the price they were when I was last
looking at them. Mobile phones are fantastically sophisticated,
although the choice and pricing is, I suspect, kept deliberately
complicated so that consumers can’t do a straight price comparison.
And of course computer processing speed has been on the rise for as
long as there have been computers – is Moore’s law ever going to
be broken? But Tottenham Court Road is not the best place to go for
customer service – it boasts some of the rudest, most disinterested
retail staff you’ll ever meet. One further thought: I reckon in
about 20 years time there’ll be a crisis of arthritis of the thumb
in people who today spend most of their lives texting and manipulating
their mobiles with dextrous, nimble thumb operation.
Saturday 29th November
Last night we had an evening of good wine round at my brother in
law’s. We usually have a good time there, and invariably I leave
wondering why we don’t visit more often. First off, Nyetimber
Première Cuvée Chardonnay 1995, a fizz that is perhaps
England’s most celebrated wine. It was golden colour and full
flavoured, but perhaps a little to herby and lacking a bit of finesse.
Still, a good wine, but this bottle didn’t quite live up to the
hype. Then a pair of clarets. The 1996 Phelan Segur, St Estephe,
opened out to reveal quite a classically structured wine with nice
minerally complexity and a fair bit of fruit. Well balanced and
appealing, this is a tasty claret in quite a modern mould. The 1997
Gruaud Larose is drinking well now, with open blackcurranty fruit
and some spicy, smooth tannins. Just a hint of meatiness, too. Our
third red was the 1995 Lupicaia, a pricy ‘Super Tuscan’
boasting menthol, tar and spice elements along with rich, spicy fruit.
It’s a big, bold wine with lots of oak imprint – in fact it
reminded me of a top Aussie Cabernet with some bottle age. Very
different in style and character to the two clarets. To follow, Berry
Bros 20 Year Old Tawny (from Quinta do Noval) was exceptionally
good with great balance and spicy, raisiny, cedary complexity.
Delicious stuff. Wood-matured Tawny and Colheita Ports are a little
overshadowed by the bottle matured Vintage Ports, but they can be
every bit as compelling when they are made with such balance. The Lustau
Old East India sherry we had alongside the Berry’s Tawny seemed
a little overblown in comparison, but was sweet and raisiny with great
concentration.
Sunday 23rd November
Some weekend wines. Friday night we cracked open a 2000 Willows
Vineyard Semillon from the Barossa Valley. It’s a striking, full
flavoured wine with American oak adding structure, spice and even a
bit of wood tannin to the citrussy fruit. I’m not completely sure
about this, but it could work with some strongly flavoured foods.
Yours for £9.99 from Thresher. Saturday night was claret night.
First, a deeply impressive St Emilion that I’d never heard of
before, Château Laniote ‘in the 1999’ (as old-time claret
swillers might say). Ripe, concentrated fruit here, lush and yet still
elegant. Very tasty and moreish. This was followed by Château
Lynch Moussas, Pauillac, in the 1996. A chunky, assertive sort of
claret, with just a hint of rusticity. Not subtle, but enjoyable. I
have to admit to not being much of a Bordeaux head. It’s a dull-ish
sort of region with a big money, elitist image that I find
off-putting. But home to a lot of very good wines. The final wine in
my round up was a humble, rather anonymous yet fresh Pinot Grigio
which accompanied a pizza at a family Sunday lunch out. What surprised
me about this was that there on the bottle the stated vintage was
2003. Impressive speed from vineyard to table, considering the grapes
were still on the vine in late August/September. I thought it was just
Beaujolais Nouveau that did this sort of trick.
Saturday was the Decanter Fine Wine Encounter,
surely the best consumer wine tasting event in the calendar. Lots of
very good wines in the fine surroundings of the Landmark Hotel, with
Riedel glasses to taste from. I spent a few useful hours here and
among the most impressive wines were the following. Seresin,
from New Zealand, has to be one of this country’s very best
producers. Some excellent wines including a lush, elegant Pinot Noir,
a classy Chardonnay and a stunning oak aged Sauvignon. Torres
may be best known for their Vina Sol and Gran Sangredetoro (both
exemplary inexpensive everyday wines), but their premium range is also
excellent, my favourite being the Grans Muralles, a combination of
traditional Catalan grapes and slatey soils (licorella). López de
Heredia make stunning traditional white Rioja which is an acquired
taste and ages indefinitely. Jasper Hill, from the Heathcote
region of Victoria, makes one of Australia’s most compelling
expressions of Shiraz, with lovely vivid fruit. They are now following
biodynamic principles, and will soon be Demeter
certified. And I loved the elegance of the Château Brane
Cantenac 2000 from Margaux, while the second wine wasn’t far
behind. More to follow.
Wednesday 19th November
Regular readers of this wine blog will no doubt have noticed that this
isn’t a proper blog in the truest sense of the word. Real blogs are
based around links to outside sources, with added commentary; this is
more like an online diary with the occasional link. One of the common
features of blogs is lists – peoples’ favourite books, CDs and so
on. Often these lists are used as a way of telling the world how
sophisticated and deep-thinking the writer is, or how the writer sees
themselves in their better moments. In an effort to bring my humble
blog a little closer to the real thing, I will share a few of my
thoughts on movies, a common blog-list topic.
If I was a sophisticated intellectual, I’d be able to
roll off a list of high-brow art house movies that no one has ever
heard of, many of which are subtitled. I can’t. Alas, my diet in
films is restricted to the mainstream, with a larger than average
proportion of children’s movies courtesy of my 6 and 7 year old
boys. Perhaps that’s a good place to begin. We’ve recently seen
the first two Harry Potter movies, about a decade later than the rest
of the world. I’d always avoided them in the past, partly because I
thought our nippers were too young for them, and partly because I
don’t like the way that they’ve been forced down our throats with
all the incessant publicity and cross-promotional activity that has
accompanied their release.
What changed? A couple of weeks back, a friend of ours who
works on film visual effects took the boys to see the set of the
fourth film, currently in production. They met Hagwid (sp?) and Harry
himself, and were given sweets from one of the shops on Daigon (sp?)
Alley, so we had to let the boys see the films themselves. They’re
not bad (the films, that is), with some clever touches, although the
breathless pace of the action is a bit wearing after a while. Like the
best kids’ films they appeal to adults as well as children, but I
don’t think they’d make my top 10 list of kids’ flicks. Instead,
names on this list would certainly include Shrek (looking
forward to a sequel), Hook (brilliant performance by Dustin
Hoffman as Hook and good support from Bob Hoskins as Smee, preventing
the film becoming yet another Robin Williams vehicle – Julia Roberts
is an excellent Tinks, too), George of the Jungle (it’s very,
very funny in a corny sort of way), the Grinch (quirky but
compelling, a role made for Jim Carrey), Matilda (you must
see this brilliant adaptation of a very funny Roald Dahl story) and Toy
Story 2 (creative and fun). I’m sure there are more.
On a rather more grown-up level I find it hard to pick a
favourite film top 10 list, but contenders would be Mike Leigh’s Secrets
and Lies (a poignant story with brilliant performances by Brenda
Blethyn and Timothy Spall, which builds up to a wonderful final
scene), Notting Hill (so well crafted – is this the perfect
romantic comedy?) and Raising Arizona (off-beat, quirky comic
offering from the Coen brothers). That’s just for starters.
Strangely (or not?) I can’t think of a film centred around wine, or
even with wine as a significant component or backdrop.
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