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           Sunday
          8th May 2005I've been suffering for the last couple of days. But then it's all
          my own fault. On Friday I played cricket for the Wine Trade XI against
          a club side from Coggeshall in Essex. The Wine Trade team is a mixed
          bag. Some very good players, some less so. Some regular players, some
          occasional. I'm in the latter category both times. Anyway, I enjoy
          playing in this fixture each year, so much so that I wanted to play
          even though I have a hamstring problem. It had got a lot better so I
          sort of kidded myself I'd be OK. I get given the second over to bowl,
          and run in off the usual run up. Only, I didn't really run, more sort
          of hobble. I didn't disgrace myself though - and for me, the most
          realistic goal is not to disgrace myself - bowling five overs and
          conceding 20 runs. They scored 300 for about four wickets (a couple of
          which were likely thrown when their batsmen reached half centuries,
          the sort of thing no one wants in a game), and so we thought we'd be
          on the way to a hiding. Instead, our batting was pretty good, and we
          ended up losing by just 40 runs. If we'd had more able fielding (about
          four of our team, including myself, couldn't run for various reasons,
          including being crocked, being out of condition, and being very old),
          and our bowlers hadn't sent down about two dozen full tosses, then it
          would have been another story. I won't mention my appalling batting
          performance. It wasn't helped by three or four fortifying glasses of
          red wine at lunch - a feature of these matches is that each wine trade
          person contributes a couple of bottles of wine as well as their match
          fee, which both teams eagerly glug down. David Williams, Harpers'
          deputy editor, gets my vote for our most entertaining player. He was
          wearing a very stylish set of whites (white jeans, a T-shirt and a zip
          top) together with a crowning glory - a navy blue flat cap made out of
          some sort of fleece material. David's contribution with the ball
          started badly, but he ended up putting in a creditable spell,
          including a wicket. His vinous contribution was the most remarkable,
          though: a bottle of Krug. Fantastically generous, but it would have
          been wasted on such an occasion, so he got to take it home with him. I
          didn't take notes on the wines drunk, but I sampled a beefy if
          viciously overoaked Concannon Syrah (Central Coast, California), a
          lovely Tagus Creek Trincadeira/Syrah from Portugal (a real bargain at
          a fiver from Majestic), a pleasant Cork Grove Castelão Merlot from
          Casa Cadaval in the Ribatejo (Portugal; both these Portuguese wines
          coming from Nick Oakley, who organized the game and who, at 47, was
          still the best of our bowlers by some distance with his brisk medium
          pace), and a light fresh M&S Macon Villages 2003. Anyway, now I'm
          really crocked and can hardly walk. All my own fault.
 Sunday
          1st MayIt’s been one of those bank holiday weekends that
          barbecue manufacturers and garden centre owners dream about. May bank
          holiday weekend has so far seen temperatures in the mid-twenties and
          gentle sunshine in this corner of England – it’s been perfect.
          It’s also an important weekend for the Goode family, as we celebrate
          five years together. This time in 2000 we were meeting our two boys
          for the first time, and 10 days later they were with us for good.
  On
          Friday afternoon we picked the boys up from school, went for our
          favourite walk in Bushey park, and then had dinner at the
          child-friendly Red Peppers restaurant in Teddington. On Saturday
          morning, we surprised the boys with two new long-eared additions to
          the family: a pair of rather fetching rabbits. I spent the rest of the
          morning building a run (they came with a hutch), and the boys had
          great fun taking them for walks round the garden on a special rabbit
          lead.
 Apart from this, we’ve pretty much spent the weekend
          having fun in the garden. How wholesome! I’ve been repotting and
          sorting out some grape vines, and sowing a patch of lawn at the back.
          The vines that have been planted in the garden are now getting up to
          full steam. My raspberries and strawberries are also beginning to take
          off. Echoes of The Good Life. 
          
           Vinous diversions have been many. I was so impressed
          with one of the Nicolas Les Petites Récoltes wines that I
          tried, I ordered a couple of cases (a mix of four six packs). These
          are brilliantly packaged cheap Vin de Pays, very well made, and sealed
          with either a screwcap or a Nomacorc synthetic. More about these
          cheapies some other time. I also tried the 2004 Macualan Dindarello
          from the Veneto, which is a very fresh, pretty sweet Muscat (Oddbins
          £7.89/half). It’s nice and enjoyable, but not quite as good as I
          remember a previous encounter to be. La Vigne Mythique 1999 is
          a very stylish new wave Gaillac wine from Domaine D’Escausses.
          It has plenty of that rather striking bloody, minerally, gravelly red
          fruit that is typical of the Southwest of France, fused with some
          softness and elegance from new oak. It’s therefore a tamer, rather
          upmarket version of Gaillac. I enjoy the real, slightly raw thing
          more. Another wine from the fantastic Caves des Pyrene. Tonight, I’m
          on a very classy St Emilion, Ch Louvie 2002. This is a
          perfectly balanced Bordeaux that I’m enjoying a good deal. Modern
          and fruity, but still retaining that spicy, minerally core to the
          fruit, and the acidity. From Cadman Fine Wines. 
          
           Some good news, too. I’ve been shortlisted for the Louis
          Roederer International Wine Writer 2005 award, in category A
          (Articles). This is very exciting, given the calibre of the other
          nominees and the judging panel. I think we get some cash if we win,
          plus a lot of Roederer Cristal, which would really impress all my
          gangsta and premiership footballer friends. 
          
           Thursday
          28th AprilLast night got home fairly late and polished off the
          remnants of a bottle of Galets Rouge 2000, a Costières du Nîmes I
          bought for around £4 just before Christmas. It’s a fantastic wine:
          dense, earthy and spicy with the concentration and structure of a wine
          costing at least three times this much. Not too refined, but I just
          love the olive, herb and meat dimension this wine has – it’s a
          cross between a traditional Northern Rhône wine and something bold
          from the Languedoc. It’s not been made in the ubiquitous
          sweet-fruit-to-the-fore style that is currently so popular. Not that
          I’m against fruit. Fruit is good. But you need more than just fruit.
          Wines need to be savoury and have some non-fruit complexity, or we may
          as well give up and just drink fruit juice, with a dash of alcohol
          added for its intoxicating properties.
 Is fast food evil? Do I go to hell if I eat McDonalds
          for breakfast, Burger king for lunch and sup at Pizza Hut? Tonight is
          the first screening on UK television of Supersize me, a
          documentary based around a journalists attempts to survive a month on
          a fast-food-only diet. I shall watch it with interest, although I'm
          expecting a reasonable dose of pseudoscientific nonsense when it comes
          to some of the health issues discussed. Getting the 10.30 pm train
          home last night I sat myself down and started reading, only to be
          interrupted by a large (professionals – reading FT) couple who had
          decided to snack on burgers and fries on their journey home. I felt
          like addressing them on two counts. (1) It’s really antisocial to
          eat smelly fast food on a crowded train. (2) They evidently didn’t
          need any more feeding up (weight: closer to 20 stone each than 10).
          That they were Americans is incidental. 
          
           I’m not an anti-fast-food fascist though. I believe
          it is possible to be healthy and eat fast food on a regular basis. You
          could even survive quite adequately eating nothing more than
          McDonalds. I know this sounds like heresy; let me explain my
          reasoning. Our bodies are pretty flexible. Give them certain basics
          (such as vitamins, trace elements, sufficient calories and some
          protein) and we’ll do OK. The problem with fast food is that it is
          very high in fat and calories. It’s really difficult to not
          over-consume in a fast food restaurant, simply because our bodies are
          fooled by the high fat/calorie content of the food. Our metabolic
          systems weren’t designed to deal with this sort of food; normally
          they are pretty good at regulating our intake (bear in mind that even
          a small net daily over- or under-consumption would have severe
          implications over the span of several years). Thus when we think
          we’ve had enough, we’ve usually had far too much. It’s the net
          consumption that is problematic: I wonder whether a thin person
          surviving on McDs would have any health problems at all. It takes
          almost superhuman self control to eat healthy portions in fast food
          joints, and I have an inkling that this is the crux of the problem,
          although I wouldn’t be surprised if blood lipid profiles would take
          a turn for the worse. 
           
           Added
          later - while watching the program. I guess the medics at the
          beginning had the same thoughts as I did. I'm about 50 minutes into
          the film now, and while it is evidently a documentary with a strong
          agenda, it's well made. It is very funny, too. It's important that we
          think about what we eat and drink. It's difficult to know where to
          draw the line, though, between thinking about what we eat and not
          passing judgment on those with different tastes or social backgrounds
          to us. Very important point currently being made in the film about
          advertising: who advertises healthy food choices? 'You can't argue
          that people should practice individual responsibility and then not
          give them the information to do this', someone suggests in the
          program. So far Morgan Spurlock has gained 17 pounds in 12 days. Back
          to wine, who's advertising real wine as opposed to just branded or
          mass production stuff? People buy what is available to buy, and for
          most people, they get to choose from a selection of branded
          wines...  
           Tuesday
          26th AprilI'm delighted to have won my first
          wine writing prize, although it wasn't one I was expecting. I got
          an email a few months ago saying that one of my articles which had
          appeared in Singapore Tatler had made it to the finals of the 'World
          Gourmet Summit' awards ceremony. This came out of the blue. Apparently
          my trophy and certificate will be dispatched in May. No cash prize,
          alas!
 Very
          interesting evening yesterday. It was dinner at St
          John to showcase the Italian portfolio of Les
          Caves de Pyrene, one of my favourite importers. The wines were
          great, as was the food. Starters - piles of Langoustines with aoili.
          Then it was suckling pig. Fantastic.  I
          began the day in the same neck of the woods at the Barbican, observing
          the International Wine Challenge faults clinic being set up. It should
          yield some interesting data. While I was there, Wine International's
          Sam Caporn gave me a generous gift of a bottle of 2000 Lynch Bages for
          some rather trivial help I'd given her in her exam revision.
          Completely beyond the call of duty to repay me this way, but I was
          touched.     Sunday
          24th April
           Tasting the Rhône: north and south
          
           
          Some interesting bottles this weekend, with a Rhône theme. On
          Friday night I compared north and south. Two lovely wines, both
          totally different, and for me encapsulating the significant
          differences between these two regions which are often bundled rather
          awkwardly together. 
          
            Alain
          Graillot Crozes Hermitage 1998 My last bottle of nine, I think, which have provided satisfying
          drinking over the last few years. I love this wine: it’s quite
          extreme, but captures what I love about Northern Rhône Syrah.
          Distintive, pungent green-herbal and olive nose with some meatiness to
          the fresh raspberry fruit. Still quite fresh and primary but with a
          lovely spiciness. High-acid palate with a striking tartness to the
          clean fruit. Challenging. Very good/excellent 91/100
 Château
          des Tours Côtes du Rhône Reservé 2000A shifting target: moving, alive, unpredictable and complex. Nose
          of herbs, sweet berry fruit, exotic spices, undergrowth, tea leaves
          and tobacco. The palate is sweetly fruitd with a seamless texture and
          a distinctive character of Autumnal leaves. The overall impression is
          one of sweetness. This is a profound wine – a bit on the edge, but
          all the better for it. It’s living and breathing. In fact, it’s
          almost Burgundian – well Grenache is the Pinot Noir of the south.
          The last of my six bottles. Very good/excellent 93/100
 Both wines are completely different, yet share a common
          theme: authenticity. And the fact that they are immediate in their
          appeal, I guess. Beginners and perhaps also wine show judges would
          dismiss both, because they aren’t accessible and they could be
          described as faulty, although this depends on your view about wine
          faults (an article in itself). They both have a power to thrill and
          excite that technically perfect wines lack.
          
           On Saturday, I tried the 2001 of the last wine.
          
           Château
          des Tours Côtes du Rhône Reservé 2001Pale-ish, slightly faded colour. It’s savoury, earthy and herbal
          with less sweetness than the 2000 vintage. Quite complex and balanced,
          but lacks the added dimensions of its predecessor. Very good+ 88/100
 Then tonight, shifting continents to try a cheap
          Australian Grenache.
          
           Peter Lehmann Grenache 2002 BarossaThis screwcapped wine is currently selling for £3.49 in Tesco
          (special discount on all Australian wines). Quite a pale colour (not a
          bad thing for Grenache) it has an inviting nose of sweet raspberry and
          strawberry fruit with some appealing notes of spice, herbs and cured
          ham. The palate is sweetly fruited with nice balance between the
          sweetness of the fruit and the spicy, herbal structure. Not too
          complex, but a very agreeable, authentic Grenache. Fantastic bargain
          at that price. Very good+ 86/100
 Tonight I’ve been working on a Harpers article on
          screwcaps and whether oxygen is needed for the ageing of red wines.
          It’s a really important issue, and after receiving comments from a
          variety of experts on my first draft – including a 30 minute
          conversation with Jeffrey Grossett this morning – I’m now happy
          that it shows good balance. It’s important for journalists like me
          to realize that in a piece everything you say can be true, yet the
          piece can be unbalanced. ‘Facts’ to journalists are no more than
          bricks are to builders. It’s the way you put them together that
          matters. I take my job as a wine journo seriously, and I’m always
          willing to learn and be told that I’ve got things wrong, if I have. 
          
          Tomorrow morning, off to the Barbican to visit the International Wine
          Challenge to look at how the faults clinic is set up - I'm writing a
          piece on the results. Monday
          18th AprilWent to see City play Fulham at Craven Cottage over the
          weekend. It’s a nice ground to go to see football at, backing onto
          the Thames and in easy walking distance of Putney Station. My last
          visit was ages ago, back in 1999 I think, when City were in Division
          Two and Andy Morrison got sent off for a tussle with Stan Collymore in
          a 0–0 draw. Saturday’s game was a scrappy affair: City took the
          lead and threatened to dominate, but then faded in the second half,
          allowing Fulham to nick a point with a late equalizer. Man of the
          match was Richard Dunne; it’s slightly weird for a long-term City
          fan like me to come to terms with the fact that we’ve now got a side
          that doesn’t look horribly fragile at the back – the first time in
          living memory. Star for the future? Joey Barton, the new Stevie
          Gerrard. 
          
          I've long admired Luis Boa Morte, Fulham's Portuguese left winger: I
          wonder why he's never been poached by a bigger club (sorry Fulham
          fans). On Sunday, had a lovely afternoon with the kids in Kensington
          Gardens, on a fresh, bright spring day full of hope and anticipation
          for the summer ahead.
  Weekend wines? I’ve been drinking Manzanilla and two
          ripe, accessible reds. The Gonzalez-Byas Manzanilla that Tesco
          are selling is brilliant stuff, and it’s remarkably food friendly. I
          tried it with Grana Padano cheese, and it worked fantastically. It
          also worked well with a chinese stir-fry. Manzanilla is very similar
          to Fino sherry; if anything it’s a little lighter and fresher, but I
          reckon I’d be hard pressed to tell them apart tasted blind.
          Versatile at table, but how many people treat their guests to a nice,
          crisp sherry with their meals? People get worried by the alcohol
          level, but this is 15%: it’s not low, I agree, but it’s probably
          no higher than many new world reds, including the two in question
          sipped this weekend.
 These were just right for my mood. I wanted something
          fun and unchallenging. First, the 2004 St Hallett Gamekeeper’s
          Reserve,
          which shows vibrant raspberry fruit unobscured by oak and with just
          enough spicy structure to keep it from becoming cloying. Then the Diemersfontein
          Pinotage 2004, which is a strikingly modern take on this usually
          funky grape dominated by ripe, roasted fruit. Both declared alcohol
          levels in excess of 14%, and while I liked them a lot, I couldn’t
          help feeling they might be a bit better with less. The former is
          currently under a fiver at Waitrose and a great bargain (Majestic also
          carry it); the latter £6.99 at both Waitrose and Asda. Not
          playing football tonight alas, because of the long-standing hamstring
          injury which is taking ages to heal. 
          
           Thursday
          14th April
  Today's faults clinic, sponsored by Amorim, was
          an interesting event. Held at the ultramodern Sanderson Hotel on
          Berner’s Street (aside: one of the most overtly stylish hotels
          I’ve seen – the lifts alone are unbelievable), it was conducted by
          famous wine scientist Pascal Chatonnet. Just over a dozen wine trade
          people and a girl who does recipes for Elle (who must have found this
          fabulously irrelevant to her magazine…) turned out and were treated
          to a succession of spiked wines (the same red wine was used
          throughout). The first three were various levels of TCA
          (2,4,6-trichloroanisole; 3, 6 and 12
          nanograms per litre, all smelt musty). Then we had TBA (tribromoanisole)
          and TeCA (tetrachloroanisole), other
          musty taint compounds not found in wine, but which can contaminate
          wine in the winery environment. Next up, MDMP
          (2-methoxy-3,5-dimethylpyrazine),
          a newly discovered taint compound found in corks – Pascal pointed
          out we were among the first in the world to try wines spiked with
          this. It’s not nice. Some industry people reckon it’s second only
          to TCA as a taint compound; others disagree; we don’t yet have good
          data on this. Then we tried 2-isobutyl-3-methoxypyrazine, the famous
          grassy/vegetal compound that some naughty South Africans have
          supplemented their Sauvignon Blancs with, and which occurs naturally
          in unripe grapes. Volatile phenols were next: we tried a wine spiked
          with 2000 micrograms/litre of a 10:1 mix of 4-ethylphenol and
          4-ethylguiacol. This is to simulate a brett infection, but the spiked
          wine wasn’t quite the same as the bretty wines I’ve come across
          before, tasting very medicinal and phenolic but without of the
          animally character. Pascal emphasized that above-threshold levels of
          these molecules cause by brett are a lot more common than people
          realize. Finally, we tried two wines with additions of ethyl acetate
          and acetic acid. These were simulating volatile acidity. Why did Amorim sponsor this? Clearly, the message
          they’d like people to take away is that not all wine problems are
          caused by the cork, which gets blamed perhaps more than it should.
          Still, the acid test of whether environmental contamination by musty
          wine is a big problem in practice should be whether we see many musty
          wines that are sealed by screwcaps and plastic corks. If we see, say
          0.5% of alternatively sealed bottles exhibiting mustiness, then we
          could conclude that 0.5% of taint incidences in cork-sealed bottles
          are likely to be environmental, also.  Stuart
          Peskett (of Harpers) and I stayed behind for a lunch with Carlos,
          Pascal and PR person Lyney, at which we drunk Dirk Niepoort's 2001
          Redoma Rosé - thank goodness this didn't have any faults
          (although Pascal did break the corkscrew on his first attempt to open
          it).
          
           Wednesday
          13th April
  Last night met up with Amorim’s PR chief Carlos de
          Jesus (right) at a nice but rather overpriced Japanese restaurant (my fault
          for choosing us, but they stiffed us royally on the bill…how do five
          Asahis and a bottle of sparkling water come to £33?). Carlos has been
          heading up Amorim’s PR for a couple of years now, a job that must
          have seemed a bit of a poisoned chalice when he took it on. Indeed,
          you wonder what would have made a high flying consultant like Carlos
          who has worked around the globe take on this sort of job – perhaps
          he didn’t know much about the wine trade and more specifically the
          closures debate. Or perhaps he was offered gold. Lots of it. Anyway,
          Carlos is now buzzing, because the tide seems to have turned very much
          in favour of natural cork in recent months – or should I say, the
          future for cork now looks a little less bleak than it did last year.
          Why? Because screwcaps are running into problems. Just how big isn't
          clear yet. As they are becoming more popular, it’s now the screwcap
          advocates who are back tracking in the face of reduction problems.
          [Not time to explain fully here, but ‘reduction’ refers to the
          production of volatile sulfur compounds in the reductive conditions
          created by the very tight seal of a tin-lined screwcap.] The latest
          line, from Huon Hooke, is that yes, there may be some reduction
          problems with screwcaps, but the consumer won’t notice them. And
          others suggest that reduction problems are a winemaking issue:
          producers need to change their winemaking techniques to suit screwcaps
          – that is, if the slipper doesn’t fit, change the foot. [Hello? Is
          anyone home?] What is becoming clear is that closures are different,
          and winemakers need to see winemaking as continuing post-bottling.
          Closure choice is important. And in the absence of a complete
          understanding of post-bottling wine chemistry (a subject where
          knowledge is incomplete but advancing rapidly), you’re probably best
          off for now sticking with a closure whose performance, while not
          completely satisfactory, is at least well known. So in the next few
          months, at least, Carlos’ job looks a lot easier. But if I were him,
          I might start making plans to move on in a couple of years’ time! We also discussed the consolidation of the wine market
          and the power of multiples like Tesco. Carlos is convinced that
          further consolidation is inevitable. If Tesco cut their wine range, as
          they are rumoured to be planning, then  given
          their powerful position it’s going to be very bad news for the UK
          market indeed. We have a situation where there is the fine wine market
          (niche) that is quite healthy, but then there is this chasm that
          separates this from to sorts of wines that normal people buy and
          drink, where wine is more-or-less a commodity and is marketed on price
          alone. The middle ground in wine retailing (as in other forms of
          retailing) is on the decline. In fact, it’s vanishing. The
          implications for consumer wine journalists are obvious. You’re out
          of a job, mate. 
          
           Sunday
          10th AprilIt’s been another fine weekend, with some nice
          surprises on the wine front. Friday night we enjoyed a simple meal:
          some rustic bread, parma ham and two cheeses – Grana Padano and
          Provolone. To match this, a wine that worked almost perfectly, the Cuvée
          des Fees Minervois 2003 from Laurent Miquel (£6.99
          Waitrose, on offer at £5.59). It’s a Languedoc Syrah possessing
          that perfect blend of modern, ripe fruit and some spicy, tannic
          structure. Very satisfying. I began the evening browsing through
          Andrew Jefford’s brilliantly written book on Islay,  Peat, Smoke and
          Spirit (I shall hunt out a bottle of Islay to read the rest with), and
          ended it watching the Masters – the first Major tournament of the
          year, and one that I watch every year as a semi-tradition. Golf is a
          funny sport and I understand why many people have a problem with it,
          but I love being out on the course. I used to play a fair bit but
          I’ve tamed by addiction, and haven’t played for ages. I hate to
          think what I’d score at Augusta National – the best course I’ve
          yet played is Sunningdale and I found that tough yet enjoyable going.
 Saturday night had a nice surprise. A cheap white Vin
          de Pays d’Aigue 2004 from usually overpriced chain Nicolas. This
          is a screwcapped cheapie (£3.99) but it’s really nice: lemony fresh
          with some herby, grassy fruit and none of the confected aromatic yeast
          character that spoils a lot of cheap modern whites. This white is from
          a co-op in Beziers. If the French can make good cheap whites like this
          and package them so attractively, they haven’t got too much to fear
          from the new world. Sadly, they often can’t. Spent early evening
          working on some Oxford Companion entries, then Match of the Day
          provided the late-evening viewing where it was particularly delicious
          to see City beat Liverpool and Man UTD lose to Norwich. Regarding
          Norwich, I just don’t understand why they play this really annoying
          music over the PA system when they score a goal. This must be the
          defining sign of a loser club: the fans don’t cheer enough, so they
          need music to raise the atmosphere with each goal. 
          
           Tonight I’m on the remains of the Grana Padano,
          washed down with a rather beefy Amarone, watching the final stages of
          the Masters again. Woods looks like he’s going to walk it, although
          he’s just lost a shot on the 10th. A nice little duel is developing
          with Chris di Marco, though, so we’ll have to see.  
          
           Friday
          8th AprilEarly yesterday evening went to meet the rest of the
          family in Regent’s Park – they’d been to the zoo for the day.
          But we got caught in a snap thunderstorm that included the largest
          hailstones I’ve ever seen. OK, they weren’t Day After Tomorrow
          crush-your-skull size, but they hurt. Hail is one of the biggest
          calamities that winegrowers have to contend with: in just 10 minutes
          an entire vintage can be ruined. After yesterday’s experience I can
          now understand how devastating hail can be to a vineyard. Even if just
          a portion of grapes are damaged, this can lead to subsequent bunch
          rot, and a harvest with just a proportion of rotten grapes can
          severely diminish quality. Added to this, damaged foliage can reduce
          the ability of the vine to ripen grapes properly.
 We had dinner at Pizza Express at the Langham Place end
          of Regent Street. I was quite impressed, especially by the mark-ups on
          the wine list. We had the 2003 Anselmi San Vicenzo (a modern,
          full flavoured IGT Veneto white from Soave vineyards) which was
          delicious, and at £14.55 was less than double the usual shelf price
          – for London, this shows admirable restraint.  Monday
          4th AprilI’m very excited about a piece that I have in issue 6 of The
          World of Fine Wine, which will be coming out in a couple of weeks.
          It’s a mammoth 6000 word effort on wine and the brain, examining how
          our perception of wine is constructed in the brain. There aren’t
          many magazines that will address such a lofty subject – and even
          fewer who will give writers several thousand words to play with.
 The nature of our perception of wine is a subject that
          I’m increasingly being drawn towards. I’m also acutely aware that
          I lack the in-depth training in philosophy, psychology and neuroscience
          that would better equip me to address the rather deep questions that are
          raised by the practice of wine tasting. These are too numerous to
          address in the context of a blog entry, but I’ll just feed you a
          taster of a thought.
          
           Think about your internal mental state right now. It is
          shaped not only by the environmental stimuli you are attending to, but
          also by input from your own thoughts and memories. Our choice of what
          we pay attention to shapes the environmental cues we receive. Most of the
          time we aren’t aware, for example, of what our big toe is doing. But
          if we choose to move it, we become aware of it. If two people enter
          the same library, they will both have a different experience of that
          library dependent on which shelves they visit and which books they
          choose to browse. With a glass of wine,
          I can choose to slug it back, or I can choose to put it under sensory
          scrutiny. However, if I take this second course of action, what I find
          will depend to a degree on what I am looking for. How is the acidity?
          What is the structure like? Is there any oak influence? Where does it
          come from? How we make the decisions about which elements of the
          wine to focus on is a complex question. For someone who has just read
          an article on brett, a hint of spicy, animally character is likely to
          have different significance (and thus be a more dominant feature) than
          for someone who doesn't know what brett is. There are many similar
          examples of attention shaping our experience. 
           It is likely that the way we approach wine tasting is
          by a process of first deciding what sort or type of wine we are
          dealing with, and then treating it along the lines this initial
          classification leads us. (Using posh language, our ‘representations
          are prototypical’). So we come across a white wine blind. Our first
          thought is to wonder what sort of wine it is. Say we decide it is a
          Sauvignon Blanc. Then we think of the sorts of descriptive terms
          typically associated with Sauvignon, and marshal these in the service
          of describing the wine. Often we aren’t tasting blind; then we use
          the information we already have to guide our descriptive endeavour. It
          sounds a bit phony, but most of the time it works, even though we
          don’t realise what we are doing at the time.
          
           Playing
          football again tonight. Let's hope the bad example from the weekend's
          premiership - where two players from the same side got sent off for
          fighting each other - doesn't affect our game!   Sunday
          3rd April
  An
          almost perfect weekend here in this corner of west London. On Saturday
          we began with some decorating - rather bizarrely, you might think, we
          paid two teenagers (kids of friends) to come and spray-paint one of
          our son's bedroom walls. He's now got his name written in metre-high
          graffiti lettering. It's what he wanted. Then we wet off for a picnic
          to Kew Gardens, where we had one of those near-perfect days that come
          around all too infrequently. We lunched with two screwcapped quarter
          bottles of wine. Mine was a red, a Kumala Pinotage Shiraz 2004.
          Normally, this sort of wine would be of limited appeal, but on
          Saturday, lying on the grass in the sun, it was close to perfect. A
          rustic Pinotage tang complemented vibrant, juicy berry fruits - just
          right for the context. This was drunk from an ISO glass, which is the
          most robust and compact item of stemware I possess. Back home, some
          more decorating and a bit of work in the garden. Then today we went
          over to see my folks who were babysitting my sister's kids in Gerrards
          Cross. With lunch a bottle of Falesco Vitiano 2002 from Umbria that
          was lying in the 'to drink' rack. 2002 may not be a great vintage, but
          this was delicious. Noticeably Italian, with its tarry, spicy, earthy
          fruit, but in quite a modern perfumed style. The kids played happily
          in the garden on a trampoline, and we had a game of football.
          Fantastic. Wednesday
          30th March
  Sticking with the Loire, but going from a pale red to a true
          rosé. Last night's offering was one of those wines I couldn't make my
          mind up about. The M & S Rosé d'Anjou 2004, sent to me by
          Sopexa as an unsolicited sample, is perhaps the least attractively
          packaged wine I've tried in a while: it comes in a cheap-looking litre
          bottle with a screwcap without a skirt - it looks like what the
          Americans describe as a 'bum wine'. A pale reddish pink colour, it has
          a modern nose of boiled sweets, with some sweet strawberry fruit. The
          palate is like a fruit cordial - off dry with sweet redcurrant and
          strawberry flavours. No rough edges and dangerously easy to drink.
          Should I hate this wine, or should I applaud it for its modern
          drinkability? Refreshingly, only 10.5% alcohol. Try some, very well
          chilled, on a summer's afternoon, from a jug. Sunday
          27th MarchJean Teiller’s 2001 Menetou-Salon Rouge  is
          something a bit different. It’s a fresh red wine, only a little
          darker than a rosé. There’s a dominant, savoury leafy/herbal
          character to the nose, along with some rather soft cherry and plum
          fruit on the palate. Good acidity. Not a particularly great wine, but
          a good, sappy effort that’s a sort of halfway house between red and
          white. The winemaker has been faced with barely ripe Pinot Noir
          grapes, and she (or he) has taken the wise decision not to overextract,
          which would have resulted in a darker, but harsher and greener wine. I
          like it, but it needs food or a sunny day to sustain interest. Part of
          the value of a wine like this is that it is so distinctive. It’s
          like a note on the piano that you don’t use very much, but which
          would be missed if it was absent. Diversity is important, and in the
          wine world it should be cherished. By all means make wine less
          complicated and bemusing for novices, but let’s do all we can to
          ensure the survival – and even development – of wine diversity.
 Watching some inane, nonsense telly tonight, and caught
          a snippet of a reality program tracking the work of the staff at
          Windsor Castle. They showed the wine waiters preparing for a state
          dinner with president Chirac. To start with guests were given Pol
          Roger NV Champagne, which was followed by a Chassagne Montrachet (no
          further details given, although from a glimpse of the label it looked
          like a premier cru, grower unknown). The claret was Leoville Poyferre
          1990, and with dessert the rather odd choice of Krug 1982. The real
          tragedy was the glassware these wines were served in: vintage crystal
          glasses of entirely the wrong shape. They should get the experts in to
          select the wines and serve them. I could choose better wines (although
          I was reasonably impressed with the fizz they served), I suspect, and
          I’d make sure they were enjoying them out of suitable Riedel
          glasses. 
          
           Saturday
          26th MarchIt's been a fabulous Easter weekend do far. Three days of hard but
          very enjoyable labour have cleared the final quarter of our garden
          (pictured below in July 2004 on left, taken from my study window,
          today on right). When we moved in we found that the previous owners
          had used this as a rubbish tip to the extent that the level was about
          three feet higher than the rest. We got a guy with a digger in to
          shift the muck into various piles and to level everything off, but it
          has taken a while to get things clearer. We also had our first
          barbecue of the year at lunchtime. Fantastic. To drink, an old friend
          in a new vintage: the Torres Vina Sol 2004. It's the ideal cheap white
          wine. It hasn't been tarted up with a bit of oak or some residual
          sugar, like so many at this price point. What you get is a fresh,
          vibrant dry white wine, with the fruit tending towards lemon and (only
          just ripe) honeydew melon with an acidic tang. A brilliant situation
          wine with a crisp personality and well matched to a variety of
          foods.
  
 Thursday
          24th MarchToday was the Wine
          International 10 years on tasting. A brilliant idea: get together
          expert tasters (like myself...) and assess how the wines from the
          vintage a decade earlier are doing. So this year, it's 1995. Too many
          wines for one person to taste all, so we are grouped into teams. I was
          lucky to be paired with two of my favourite people in the wine trade -
          Sam Harrop MW and Peter Richards. We tasted Shiraz and Rhône blends,
          and new world reds. It's a fascinating experience to taste completely
          blind, where reputations count for nothing. I'll have more to say
          about this later, but when I got the crib sheet it gave me plenty of
          food for thought. Some pretty serious wines didn't show that well at
          all... Also, a lot of brett evident. More details will have to wait: I
          relaxing this evening. Already stiff from Monday night's football
          (I've started playing again after six months off), I've been busy
          shifting several tons of rubble from our garden into a skip. It was a
          family effort, but I know I'll be suffering tomorrow. Goodness, I
          sound like an old bloke, and I'm not, really. Wine tonight: Porcupine
          Ridge Sauvignon 2004 (a fantastic South African cheapie - the
          Porcupine Ridge wines are hard to beat for the price, which is around
          £6.49, Oddbins and Waitrose). Plus the remains of a rather
          disappointing Primitiu de Bellemunt Priorat 2000, which tastes a bit
          baked. Oh, and the last half of my last bottle of Castelnau de
          Suidauraut 2000, a really fabulous inexpensive Sauternes.
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