Old Wine

Reading an article by Eric Asimov prompted me to give my own take on “aged” wine. Asimov talks about the joy of finding already aged Rioja Reservas that the Spanish wineries in their wisdom hold in their own cellars well past the legal 3 year minimum, so we can enjoy them straight from the wine store shelf. Worth a read.

And talking about “aged” wine, I have to mention the bottle of Quintay Chardonnay Holly and I opened the other night. Nothing too special about a Chilean Chardonnay from Casablanca Valley, except that this one was 10 years old. And from organic grapes. And no longer produced. And cost about $12. And delicious! Not over the hill, not oxidized, not maderized; a lovely deep golden color with good freshness and acidity, subtle nuances of the citrus of its youth but with a rich creaminess in the texture that it didn’t have last time I had a bottle (at least 5 years ago).

Quintay Chardonnay 2002 front label

Quintay Chardonnay 2002 - organic grapes from Casablanca Valley

And finally, sadly, I think it’s the last bottle we had left. Probably the only one left anywhere on earth. It’s sad that nobody but Holly, myself and our friend Brenda got to taste it, sad that wines like this are almost always drunk the day they’re bought. Most sad, that Don Toribio whose grapes were in this bottle gave up winemaking and went back to his dairy farming.

But enough digression, we were talking about Mr. Asimov. Eric mentions Barolo, the one wine he feels still hasn’t got on board the current style of making wines that are quaffable right out of the barrel. I have to agree; not only does it take a long time to soften up, but regretably it’s really hard to find older Barolos for sale. Even in the village of Barolo itself the restaurants can’t hang on to their stocks long enough to age them, even if they wanted to (and most restaurants would far rather keep their wines turning over than have to inventory all those bottles for years).

Maybe that’s why you see so many bottles stored upright in the dining rooms of the restaurants there… are they trying to get a little warmth and air past the cork to accelerate the process??

Tasting Tobia Rioja

Tasting Vina Tobia, one of our favorite Rioja producers

But there’s more to this. I have no doubt that not only have winemaking techniques developed, but old philosophies have changed (despite the adamant denials of Grand Cru Bordeaux winemakers) to accommodate the fact of life that most wine gets drunk just a few hours after it’s purchased. And by and large, this is one symptom of a steady improvement that gives wine a far longer window of enjoyment.

Ripening is the most obvious first step. Whether it’s global warming, reduced yields, clonal selection, irrigation control, green harvest, de-leafing or whatever, the fact is that wine grapes are now generally in a better state of equilibrium between “ripeness” and “maturity” when they’re harvested. Consequently: less harsh acidity, softer but more complex tannins, more forward fruit, etc.

Then there are things like doing malolactic fermentation in barrel, increased lees contact, barrel choice, etc. – lots of complicated wine-tech stuff that we don’t need to go into here.

Francois Mitjavile

Francois Mitjavile

Bottom line: in general wine is drinkable far earlier than it used to be. Not only drinkable, but enjoyable – and there is a difference. But most well-made wines are still capable of aging, even if they do taste good in their youth. This is something that the old “School of Bordeaux” had a hard time accepting for a while, according to Francois Mitjavile of Tertre Roteboeuf in St. Emilion, whose opinion I highly respect. If a wine tasted too nice on release, it couldn’t possibly have the potential to age… These days though, I hear far less talk in Bordeaux’s Grand Crus wineries about how sacrilegious it is to make wines that people can actually enjoy before they’re 10 years old. Tasting barrel samples and new releases is much less like hard work than it was when I started visiting Bordeaux in the early 1990′s. Whether today’s precociously delicious wines will really produce classics that last a century is something our grandkids will have to judge, but it seems highly likely that many top wines have that potential.

So, if wine today tastes good young, why would we want to age it at all, unless you’re cellaring it to speculate? It takes up space, ties up cash for years, and stands the risk of damage from mishaps in the cellar or from a bad cork. Then you have to worry about choosing the right moment to open it, and maybe waiting too long till it’s over the hill.

Quintay Chardonnay 2002 back label

Quintay Chardonnay 2002 back label

Logical thinking perhaps, but it misses so much.

As great as a wine may be when it’s young, almost invariably it will either improve, or at least change, with age. And one of the most interesting and satisfying parts of being a wine enthusiast has to be experiencing that bottle at different stages. And at each of those stages, it fits a different purpose – different occasions, different company, different food, different atmosphere… all with the same wine.

So let’s enjoy those Riojas young, now that we can. But let’s also stash a few bottles away with our Barolos, taste them in their various characters of age, even take the risk of letting them go too far. Now and then we’re rewarded with a bottle like the Quintay; something surprising, delicious and perhaps most important, totally unique, a special moment in life that captures the essence of the mystery of wine – in the almost certain knowledge that nobody else will ever experience it.

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Taste: an interview with Francois Mitjavile of Tertre Roteboeuf

Francois Mitjavile

Francois Mitjavile

A few years ago I interviewed Francois Mitjavile, the brilliant winemaker/philosopher who owns Tertre Roteboeuf in St. Emilion, for the Underground Wine Journal (sadly no longer in print). I think what he says is still highly relevant. I might be tempted to sit down with Francois and have a follow-up chat this summer to see how he thinks ten years on, but for now I’ll just post here what I wrote back around 2001. If you’d like the original published version in nice PDF with pictures, email me.

Test it or Taste it?

Which is more important – or more useful – to the winemaker; tradition or technology? This has been a burning issue for years, as succeeding generations have taken over the momentum of the wine world.

Here in Bordeaux winemaking has been strongly influenced for a very long time by the so-called “School of Bordeaux”. This is an assemblage of the principle researchers in Bordeaux’s University and colleges, several prominent consultants and the some of the more outgoing winemakers who serve as spokesmen for Bordeaux’s “establishment”. There are a few “radicals” who have chosen to follow their own paths; whether for individualistic reasons, marketing strategy or to protest a system that they find too constricting.

These voices also make the headlines. However there are less effusive but equally important consultants who guide the vast bulk of the region’s winemakers in the traditional but evolving methods of the “Bordeaux School”, and those winemakers themselves, who quietly go about their daily business of just making wine.

Lunch in the Mitjaville kitchen
Enjoying the 2001 Tertre Roteboeuf over lunch in the Mitjavile kitchen

I asked some of the best winemakers in Bordeaux about the way they approach just one of the many decisions in the vineyard – the simple but all-important question of when to pick the grapes. As you might expect, the answers were not so simple, but I did find that regardless of how much they rely on laboratories and analysis, all the winemakers I spoke to place primary importance in this key decision on their senses – notably sight and taste. I decided to focus on one man– Francois Mitjavile of Chateau Tertre Roteboeuf in St. Emilion.

I first met Mitjavile about eight years ago, about the time he was “discovered”. Apart from
his superb wines, I was struck by his intensity and passion. His whole philosophy of wine seemed to revolve around passion. From the tender care of the vines through the “raising” of the wine as it ages in the cellar, to the purchase of the bottle and finally to the enjoyment of the aged wine, Francois sees every stage as an emotional experience with the wine as the focal point of the romance of the moment. On the other hand, he is a practical man. His quixotic nature doesn’t blind him to the realties of farming and the many
snares that nature can throw into the farmer’s life. He uses the tools available – herbicides and pesticides included – but in a careful way that has minimum impact on the eco-system of his vineyard.

Tertre Roteboeuf
The Chateau sits on the Tertre (terrace)

This summer I was curious to see how his approach had evolved over the years, as he and his wines had become famous and firmly established amongst the “top” St. Emilions. Francois seems on the surface to eschew the establishment; he cares little about being classified in the hierarchy of his appellation’s wines, he keeps to himself, avoiding publicity.
He uses only his original consultant, a single cooper to make his barrels, a
single broker for his wines and even a single banker, all of whom have been with him pretty much since the beginning. A very simple winemaker, but this simplicity shrouds an amazingly deep understanding of his craft, and a passion that grows ever deeper after 25 years of working this small estate of 15 acres.

The subject of this story immediately led me to think of Mitjavile. Shortly after I first met François I spent a day with him during the bottling of the 1992 Roc des Cambes, the estate in the Cote de Bourg region that Mitjavile  has owned since 1988.

Roc des Cambes

Roc des Cambes with the Gironde at the end of the vineyard

Francois talked about the timing of the bottling; he had kept the 1992 in barrel a full 20 months when conventional wisdom dictated it should have been bottled after 14-16 months – his palate told him it just wasn’t ready yet. From the taste of the 92 Roc when I tasted it in 1999 and 2000 his judgment was right on; this is one of the best integrated wines I can remember tasting – light in nature following the year’s weather, but elegant and complex, and perfectly balanced.

This philosophy is fundamental to Mitjavile’s winemaking. He says that great wine is produced by a combination of the terroir, the vinification and the emotion of the winemaker. He does use science in his winemaking as a tool, as does any intelligent winemaker. However he is adamant that ‘feelings’ are the key to producing a wine which is faithful to its origins; the winemaker should not use science to alter the fundamental
character, but only to avoid problems. More than once Francois has gone against
the advice of analysis and his oenologist to produce wines that truly reflect
the terroir and the weather of the particular vintage.

On a rather rainy day this June, Francois was ready to talk.
As soon as we sat down in his living room, filled with photographs and books
ranging from philosophy to rock-and-roll, classical music to art, geography and
politics, his natural enthusiasm burst forth in a declaration of his winemaking
philosophy. “… I’m really understanding now, the way I feel … the know-how which seems to be the most suitable to express the most interesting and romantic wine possible …”

Interestingly enough, Francois says that this evolution started for him in 1992, the time I first got to know him:

Francois Mitjavile

Francois describing the terroir of his vineyard on the escarpment of St. Emilion

“… in this period new wines were entering the international market – not especially Bordeaux – black, purple ferocious wines, which are “said” to have the race (breeding) to grow old…

“At this time I called my oenologist Jean-Francois Chaine for a consultation… we just discussed about the past, without tasting anything. I said to him, I see these wines appearing on the market, and I’m afraid that I’m losing the feeling of the beauty, of the beautiful taste, and I would like you to help me to find my way.”

This was when Francois started to re-evaluate his own winemaking, and concluded that he wanted to produce a classic Bordeaux wine with modern know-how, rather than a “modern” wine made by technique alone.

Important to him also is the recognition of “regionality”. What is appropriate
to Mitjavile  in St. Emilion may not be appropriate to a winemaker in California, South Africa, Chile or Australia, or for that matter Pomerol or the Médoc. He points out the risks of harvesting in Bordeaux, where the Gulf Stream and Atlantic storms can bring rapidly changing conditions around September, with wet, warm, humid conditions:

“You can get rotten (grapes), you can harvest crude and not
ripe, you can harvest diluted, you can harvest decadent, and the decision on
when to harvest is very difficult depending on the way you work, on how you
feel, the flavor of the fruit… to express the best of the flavor (each year) in
view of the type of wine we produce in this region – macerated wine…”

Francois Mitjavile in garden

Francois in his garden

He also sees the use of our current knowledge base as an
important tool which his predecessors did not have available. “(In the past)
many people were obliged to harvest crude and rude wines, and we knew that in time, the bouquet will hide a little bit the rudeness of the wine… of the tannins and acidity… We always knew that the greatest years were those when nature allowed us to grow up the wines without accidents, but they were very rare. We had mistaken ourselves – a sincere mistake, in the effort to harvest wines that were safer to grow up (the acidity being a natural antiseptic). We educated journalists, wholesalers, all the profession, saying that ferocious tannins and high acidity are the sign of the race (breeding) which enables the wines to grow old and to be marvelous later. This was a pure fallacy, of which we convinced ourselves at first, and unfortunately then educated a whole generation, and we dealt to this international tendency of rustic, grotesque, noisy wines… which are disappointing to me and which in
fact don’t grow old.”

I asked Francois whether this indictment applied in general or to particular vintages, and he agreed that he was really talking about certain years… “Obviously sometimes the weather is so beautiful that everyone is surprised and says the wine is good young, is good old, is good always… and these anyway are always the greatest years. I would say I’m talking more about particular millesimes.”

He goes on to moderate his critique by reassuring me that
the current generation – what he refers to as the fifth generation of the
School of Bordeaux – is back on track. He says that this present school has
refined the understanding, looking for “authentic” wines that express the
flavor of the fruit and the type of year, at the same time being “civilized”
wines that he says are “extremely refined and worked through the fruit – but
not changed – and have to be extremely emotional in the aromatic richness, but
not impressive in the stress of the power… this doesn’t mean diluted… but it
doesn’t hit you on the head. It means expressive.”

Then Mitjavile starts talking about the technical problems…

“If you harvest at the good time the first thing to say is
that the tannins have to play the game of the structure by the flavor of
the structure, not by the bony, aggression of the structure. This is, for all
human pleasure, the balance… the bassist in an orchestra is profound, not hard…
if you take good hard rock it’s round… a classic coffee, tea or cigar or barrel
is powerful but not hard. All the purpose of the structure is the balance, to
enable the harmony to be sustained – by the flavor, but not by the hardness of
the structure. In a great wine you have to have the aromatic harmony: not by
the acidity, not by the rudeness of the tannins, but by the dynamic of the
fresh red fruit which is married with the licorice-cacao fruits.”

Francois with Tom

Francois with our friend Tom, who is sadly no longer with us

This brings Mitjavile to the real crux of his philosophy on
ripeness and harvesting. He likens the grape to a perfectly ripe prune or
cherry, grown in a perfect soil, “which enables the fruit to be gorgeous, you
could say” that moment when the fruit gets to the cacao, licorice flavors and
before it loses it’s fresh fruity dynamic flavors. So I ask him how he decides
when this perfect moment has arrived, which even for a great winemaker is not
an easy question to answer…

He starts out with the problem vintage: “In a bad soil, or a
bad year, if the fruit is not ripe, you can extract hard, green tannins which
are sustained by very rich primeur flavors. So a taster who doesn’t
know, he tastes the wine and thinks this wine is beautiful because the aromatic
intensity of primeur flavors hides the greenness. Some years after, when
this flavors have folded, he’s saying this wine is closed because just the structure
of the tannins appear. And ten years after, when the tannins get colored by the
ageing flavors he says the wine gets open – but really it will never be a great
wine. (With these conditions) you should not make a wine of this style – you
could make a beautiful wine of, say a Beaujolais style, but not a wine of this
(Bordeaux) style.”

He thinks of other problems: “Otherwise, we can get rain, and the rain comes to the roots, and the fruit gets flabby, meaty, with common animal sensuality. The tannins are not hard, but the fruit has lost the beauty of the aromatic freshness.”

Watch video of Francois during fermentation

And the good years: “And now you have soils and years –
let’s say in 1990, in almost every soil – or almost every year in the great
terroirs – where the maturing process is so slow that the fruit can get to the
opulence, to the licorice, to the rotie flavors, to the great flavors,
meanwhile the plant goes on making photosynthesis with fresh red fruity
flavors, and now you don’t say with moralistic, simple reasonment the fruit is
overripe or under ripe, you say just that the fruit is in beautiful richness of
ripeness flavors. It’s opulent like cacao, and at the same time it’s not tired
and flabby, because the purity of the soil has sustained the long vegetative
cycle with fresh red fruity flavors.”

Tertre Roteboeuf

Tertre Roteboeuf

So how do you decide when that moment has arrived, I ask again…

“You play with different flavors, which are the flavors of
the year, which are never as I just said! So, there plays the
agriculture know-how of the local evolution of the maturity in your soil.” Now
as Francois gets to the height of his passion we have to interpret a little –
he is referring to the intimacy of the farmer with his terroir, and his point
relates to his relationship with his oenologist – the farmer who works his soil
year after year with the same crop develops an intimacy that cannot be replaced
by technology or advisors, and this is really the keystone of his thinking.

“I will give you very different years, to understand it.
1992: rainy, cloudy all the year.” He says that he had no problem of heavy,
meaty flavors at Tertre Rotebouef, as his terroir protects the vines against
this: “It’s not the disadvantage of this soil – this soil has other
disadvantages, the perfect terroir does not exist.” In ’92, he says the danger
was rustic tannins. “I’m not presumptuous enough to say I will control the type
of the wine, but I don’t want discord notes (of rustic tannins). Then, you know
that it will not be animal; it cannot be burned, it cannot be green; no teak,
tobacco flavors because of the lack of sun. But there is another way to play
with the fruit: you can wait the senile evolution of the skin (as it
starts to decompose) and then you come to decadent, very refined type of
flavors which are of straw, dead leaf, humus, tea flavors which makes all the
refinement of the ’92, with a certain type of fruit. So, you don’t say I harvest over-mature this year, NO! There are years I harvest very fresh. I just harvest “the 1992”. I know the evolution of the fruit in this sun, I saw the climate and suddenly there was only one possible reasonment to express the best original potential of the flavors of the fruit
that year.

Francois and Dave

Francois and Dave

“The vegetative cycle was very long, the plant making photosynthesis very late, because always humid and cloudy. So then how do you decide? You say, we have to harvest when you feel by the taste scrunching the pip under your teeth and scrunching the skin under your teeth; you see the fruit, you see at one moment the plant has finished the game. And then there was one other moment that decided in 1992. It was because in this type of year
there is an important part of rotten (grapes); you have to make a very strong
selection. You can say that that almost the decision comes to an economical
decision; you are ready to lose the harvest in a few days, and this when the
fruit is – OOP! – in the stage!”

And how many days was the 1992 harvest, I asked:

“Oh it was terrible! Because in these years I was not very
efficient in all this understanding, you know. We do triage with the
harvesters, but it was the first years we tried to understood… it was so much
difficult to understand that some of the most beautiful ripe fruit they were
among the rotten! We were building our know-how and we worked slowly, and it
was raining, and it was humid, and it was warm, and it get more and more
rotten, and we are harvesting more and more slowly… and we engaged ourselves in
a neurotic, dramatic story where harvest took almost three weeks, with all the
harvesters very tired. It was very, very disappointing. Now I know how to go
very, very quickly with a big team, but at this time I did not know and we lost
a big part of the harvest.”

Just two years later in his 1994 harvest, Francois picked Tertre Rotebouef in two sessions of two days, between rain showers, with a team of 40 pickers, ferrying the same team over to Roc des Cambes between sessions.

“Before 92 we had the 90’s years, when all was easy. Before the 90’s when a year was “little” you could say we were producing tender little years (at Tertre Rotebouef). Now the people who buy wines they want always rich flavorful expression of the character of the year, so the game comes much more difficult.”

I asked if that was the kind of wine he likes to make, or would he like to see those tender years instead?

“In old times we could produce in little years, diluted
vintages. Now the consumer is so much refined, pays very expensive the bottle,
and he wants the know-how of the wine producer to express from the fruit a
refined, intense expression of the character of the year – but not the same
character each year of course. And the game comes much more difficult. In 1990
I was wondering, we are very lucky, but if comes a difficult year, how will we
be able to give satisfaction to the modern consumer who wants really beautiful
emotions? And the first test came in 1991 and 1992.”

We move on to another example of Bordeaux’s varying climate,
and as Francois gets into high gear I just let him talk…

“Let’s talk about 1998. Dry year, dry in August – you could
say spicy. Everything was quite perfect. In 8 days (the harvest) would have
been perfect. And suddenly rain and rain and rain. Now, if you understand the
fruit and the soil where you are, the game is completely different. You say, in
this year I have to preserve the fresh, red, black, alive, beautiful elegance
of this type of fruit. Completely different from the decadent, charming flavor
of ’92. But, I don’t want discord notes – no aggressive tannins… and I have
rain… But, I know that on a ripe fruit of this type the rain makes a very,
very, very quick evolution of the fruit – the fruit is very quickly spoiled. So
to preserve the character of the year and in the same time of the profoundness
of the tannins, which have not to be rude, you will wait two days rain,
and then you will harvest – extremely quickly!

“That was a very big lesson, because in 1998 I was in Roc de
Cambes, and I thought that I had lost it, as I saw it was going so quick, so
quick, so quick, on the ripened fruit, and I said to my wife “I have lost, I
have not understood, I am stupid!”. And I suddenly looked at my wife, and she
reacted – extremely beautifully; she understood, you know. She borrowed from
friends all the equipment, she built a new second team, and the next morning
the two properties were worked together, and in 2 days it was harvested, and we
produced a beautiful ’98, and I was saved by the will of my wife because at the
moment I was only understanding the mistake, I was disappointed, I was not
really reacting… you know?”

François moves on to his last harvest: “1999, another type
of year… beautiful, generous year, completely different from 1998. But ’99 was
more rainy, more warm, tropical type of weather – more cloud, less sun, more
hot. Generous, luxuriant, exploding vegetation, green
and alive. If winemakers had a fault in this year it was mainly the lack
of expression – sometimes tender, sometimes just not expressive, because of,
very simply, too high yields. So in 1999 you had to help the natural evolution
of the plant – you did not have this dryness in August to ripen the fruit – at
the moment of ripeness you had a lot of rain. So the game was very simple – to
harvest very quickly, as there was a risk of rot – but to bleed strongly. The
1999 character is an opulent fruit, if you have taken off the rain by simply
bleeding some juice off (in the vat).

“1997, another type of year. Flowering took four weeks, so
at the harvest you had some grapes which were ripe the earliest in 100 years,
and on the same bunch, you had late-harvest fruit. So then nature gave us a dry
autumn, so you knew that with a dry autumn the most early fruits would evolve
to resiny flavors, but still with refined flavors, and meanwhile you could wait
the last fruit to be ripe, to avoid the discord of rude tannins. And then you
have turned the handicap of the year into character of the year. You
have cacao, green, resiny flavors, you have desiccated fruit, you have
over matured fruit, and you have lastly the ripening, rich, fresh fruit.

“So, what I could answer to your question of a few minutes
ago, to decide the date of the harvest? … But first I must say that you
should not have a dogmatic law of elegance; to have this or that type of
year – that’s why I’m always disturbed when people say that I harvest overripe,
or whatever. No, you see that in four different years I harvest completely
differently, trying to adapt to the best expression of the flavor of the fruit,
with one discord note that has to be avoided – no rude tannins.”

François says there are five elements he looks for to decide
the perfect moment:

“Firstly when you see the leaf slightly turning color from green to autumn colors. Secondly, the color and structure of the skin – it has to be less black, less violet, less purple. A great wine is not black. At perfect ripeness you are after the highest point of
intensity of color. The fruit is starting to decompose, more brown, and able to
grow old much more longer. Suddenly the skin bleeds more easily it’s color.
Then you look at the pinceau of the grape (the pulpy part of the stem as
it enters the grape) which has to be blood-red, not green. It’s very very
important – maybe the most precise gauge of the maturity. The pit has to
turn to old wood, not green wood – to brown wood, and lastly the fruit has to
fall easily (off the vine). And the stem of the grape must be brown also. An if
you scratch the skin into your teeth it has to go to no green flavors right
into the heart of the skin. If you scrunch the pip it has to come to coffee
flavors. And the fruity flavor has to be at their highest moment. The fruit
should be so well matured that it is slightly degrading, being fresh in the
same time.”

It seems to me that we’ve covered rather more than five points, but I’m not about to argue! I ask Francois if he thinks that you can determine that stage of the grape from analysis:

“No. No, there is no… well yes, but it’s “grossier”, very general analysis. The
“extractability of tannin”. To understand this very slight degradation they
press (the grape) in the machines, and if the tannins go out very easily they
say that it’s ripe. But it’s an analysis which is very rough, very general. At this moment, either to decide the date of harvest, or to decide when to get the wine off barrel, there is no rational help by analysis or specific criteria.”

This brought me back to the summer of 1994 and the bottling
of the ’92 Roc des Cambes; one of the first real lessons I had learned on the
true art of the winemaker, who can feel what to do with his wine.
Francois puts this point into even more poignant perspective as he goes on to
say that whatever he has learned is only valid for his own vineyards. “Put me
in Pomerol and I would make some terrible mistakes, but I have adapted to the
local reality – the winemaker has agricultural know-how adapted to a terroir
and a variety of grape.” Which is really, I think, the answer.

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Continuum vertical tasting notes

Continuum
Tasted February 6, 2012 at Tim & Carlo Mondavi dinner, Capo restaurant, Santa Monica

This was the first public tasting of the complete vertical of every vintage of Tim Mondavi’s Continuum produced to date. The 2005 and 2006 vintages were sourced from a part of the old Mondavi To Kalon vineyard. From 2007 the new Pritchard Hill estate vines were introduced, with larger proportions each successive year.

Tim is clearly very passionate about his new vineyard, which  is over a thousand feet in elevation on the west-facing slopes of Pritchard Hill, overlooking Oakville to the west. The name represents his committment to carrying on the family legacy in wine with what he calls the “fifth beginning” of the Mondavi story after the sale of the historic family estate.

As would be expected, all these wines are extremely well-made, coming from low-yield vines and with very good balance of fruit, acid, and tanins. Though alcohol levels range up to 15%, the wines were not over-ripe, and the body of the wines was more than enough to carry the alcohol.  Doubless the fact that Mondavi raises the wines on the stirred lees with “Burgundian style” aging and minimal racking contributes to the body that holds the considerable power in check.

It was not the ideal setting for serious tasting, with conversation, low light and plenty
of extraneous (and delicious) aromas from Capo’s culinary efforts confusing the
poor olfactory receptors, but these are my impressions, for what they’re worth…

2005
Gunsmoke on the nose, followed by leather and sweet pickling spices. Soft, round attack on the palate, builds to sweet peppery flavors with confit fruits, sweet spices, ginger and mace. Very smooth finish with soft but solid grip of silky tannins. Very drinkable.

2006
Much tighter on the nose than the ’05, with dry leather – reminiscent of a tight Bordeaux. First impression of dry tannins that hold through the palate, rather overpowering the fruit, which is there but not really showing till 20 minutes in the glass. Even then, tannins are dominating. Maybe in another few years…

2007
Quite closed on the nose, but softer than ’07 with hints of soft leather. Mouth is very smooth, and ripe with a nice balance. Not peppery like the ’05 but with more tannins and more character; very smooth throughout. As it opens, similar pepper notes come through, and later very nice sweet cough syrup & sasparilla notes.

2008
I have a felling my sample might have been slightly corked, with a musty edge on the nose that eventually blew off to sawdust and dry leather. (Another sample tasted after my glass had been cleared showed much more bright fruit on the nose with nice plum notes.) Regardless, on the palate the wine showed quite well, with a lively, peppery attack. Drier than the ’09 but not like the ’06 – more ripe fruit in the base. Nice crispness to the fruit that held right through to the end.

2009
Closed on the nose, then gradually opened to dark red fruits, myrtle berries. Very complex palate, definitely a notch above the other vintages with dark fruits, the same spiciness and a firm backbone. More minerality, with notes of rocks but lots of sweet red berries coming behind. Very nice blend of ripe softness with solid Bordeaux style structure. Very good.

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The trip that was meant not to be

It seems the Smith contingent were not supposed to be at the family gathering this weekend. I didn’t mention in the story about the Flybe fiasco that my sister and brother-in-law were coming over from the Isle of Wight to drive us to Wales. We managed to let them know we weren’t coming so they could head straight up from the ferry without waiting for us, then found out the ferry had broken down also so they were about 90 minutes late anyway!

Next morning I’m checking email, and there’s a message from my sister to say they never got to Wales! The van broke down half way there and they ended up getting the AA out to start it. By then was after 8 PM so they turned around as they wouldn’t have got there till 10 and were afraid they might get stuck again.

Planes, ferries and automobiles… evidently we weren’t supposed to go!

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More antics with the airlines!

Sam had her adventures last week; today it was the turn of Grampy and me.

Having spent the morning busting my chops to finish ripping up the floorboards in the cellar and slosh on the nasty poison to keep the woodworm away, we bolted down a lunch of stuffed aubergine/eggplant and drove at breakneck speed to the airport at Rennes, to catch a flight to Southampton, England. My uncle Mel and his wife are celebrating their joint 70th birthday in my dad’s hometown in Wales with a party at the village rugby club with about 120 of the closest family.

Of course we’re late, but luckily no traffic so we actually got there about 50 minutes before the departure time of 5 PM. Just in time to see the flight posted as delayed till 8:20 PM! Obviously no point in going at that time, as we’d arrive in England at 8:20 local with a 3 hour drive to Wales. Might just get there in time to wish everyone goodnight. What a bummer!

So apparently Flybe doesn’t consider flights refundable unless they’re 5 hours late… mmm, we’ll see. Got my email off to Customer Service as soon as I got back home – and got a reply right back – which said: “We would like to assure you that your comments have been forwarded to a member of the Customer Relations Team and you will receive a response within 28 days.” How about that? At least their machine read it, let’s see how long it takes for it to get to a human!

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Sam’s travelling trials and tribulations, part 2!

Sam’s continuing saga, in her own words:

On Saturday monday, (Friday night east coast time), I left at 4:30 am from France to fly to Paris, then Paris to Chicago. Half hour too late to catch a flight to Syracuse. Sketchy hotel in Chicago and ordered pizza and watched Power Rangers and probably got bedbugs. Discussed the end of the world with the taxi driver the next morning.

Miraculously flew to Syracuse since all other NY flights were canceled. Found out past clients of my dad’s live there and spent the night with them – THANKS David and Nancy!! Today, took a $30 taxi to the station to find out all buses are canceled.

A jeweler, a Brown student and I hitched a ride with a man and his crazy mother-in-law Ethel who kept telling us to “read the clouds” during our scenic drive on the back roads of upstate. After 8 hours of driving what should normally be a 2 hour drive, we turned around and went back to Syracuse after using 3/4 of a tank of gas. The nice jeweler gave me a ride back to where I stayed last night and saved me another $30 taxi ride.

Roads don’t look good for tomorrow either. I may be overstaying my welcome here and staying another night in Syracuse. Just hope I find out whether the buses are canceled before I spend $60 going to and from the station tomorrow. Wish me luck! At least I have beds to sleep in this time. On my three day trip to Paris at the start of summer I slept in freezing airports instead!

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Sam’s trials and tribulations, travelling on a shoestring!

Sam’s done her share of travelling for an 18 year-old – since her first move at 3 months (Fort Lauderdale to California) she’s been regularly going back and forth to France, either with the family or on her own. Last year though, she had her first real experience of travelling; planning a trip of a few weeks with her friends through France and Italy. She’s got her own story to tell about those adventures, but suffice to say she learnt a lot, and came back a lot more capable of looking after herself and figuring out things as they come up.

I’ve always said that the best thing you can do for your kid when they leave school is to give them a backpack and a one-way ticket and send them off to learn how to get around. Sam didn’t need any pushing!

This year she decided to visit a friend in Holland, then pop down to Antibes in southern France for a few days to see her sister who was staying with her exchange friend, before meeting us in Brittany. Not especially challenging; they’re all civilized countries and speak either English or French, so for someone like Sam not a big deal. Unless of course, you travel standby…

We’re lucky enough to have an airline-employee friend who helps us out with buddy passes, which in these hard economic times when precious few folks are going on wine tours really makes a difference. The only thing is, of course, you fly standby. So as long as you give yourself enough leeway to allow for the odd extended departure date, and you don’t mind kicking your heels now and then waiting to get on, it’s a great deal. One thing you never do: book yourself a paid connection with a tight turnaround after the flight you hope to be catching on standby.

Sam can’t use her buddy pass all the way, so she has to buy a ticket from London to Amsterdam. Budget airlines are cheap now in Europe, but non-refundable… The rest of the family have already left, and poor Sam’s been spending her last week in CA tying up the loose ends of the house ready for the summer renters to move in. Day before she’s due to leave, she gets a call from our airline friend: “Are your bags packed?” turns out the flight that looked great has just filled up, and she’s likely to get bumped. And that London-Amsterdam flight? Yes, you guessed it… booked for the same day she’s supposed to arrive in London. (I have to say here, that Sam didn’t make that booking; that was done by her parents…)

The bags were ready, so they’re tossed into the car, quick whip around to make sure the house is OK, and off to LAX. For the night. Didn’t make it onto the flight that day, and tomorrow still looks bleak. The contingency plan for an airborne hitch-hiker in this scenario is to find an alternate route. Off to Salt Lake City she goes, then on up to Chicago. Chicago turns out to be even less comfortable than LAX for airport lounge floor accommodation, and things are looking really rough from there to London. To cut to the chase, she ends up taking 3 days to get to Amsterdam, via SLC, Chicago, Boston and London, of course having to pay for another flight to Amsterdam, now not quite so “budget”! In the process though, she makes friends with a pilot and his family who are also going standby, who insist she stays in their hotel room for her London overnight, and make her promise to go visit them in Michigan – the best part of hitch-hiking is meeting new friends!

The rest of her trip goes boringly smoothly (normal tickets… no fun!!) till this week she’s getting ready to head back to NY to college… accompanied by her new friend “Irene”! Stay tuned, that one’s still a work in progress, with Sam currently in sunny Syracuse for her second night!

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Sinking money into an old house

The latest (and last??) cabinet for the new kitchen

The latest (and last??) cabinet for the new kitchen

Took Holly and Sophie to the airport a couple of days ago, as Sophie starts back to school next week. Up at 3:30 AM, on the road at 4:30 to make it to Charles de Gaulle Airport by 9:30. Drop them on the kerb (impossible to park anywhere in our van ’cause it’s too high for the parking lots) then drive back home. Oh yes, with a detour into Paris to pick up a cabinet that Holly found for sale on the web…

On the way home I stop at my favorite “brocante”, antique/bric-a-brac/junkyard, where I found my classic 1968 Solex moped last year. Tonight, I’m looking for sinks for our kitchen remodel. Holly has been checking out apron-front sinks; only about 500 Euros for a new one! So I ask Serge if he’s got any. “Not much”, he says “there are a few lying around but they’re pretty beat up”. He’s right, all the porcelain ones are chipped, and anyway none are apron-front – we want a really big, deep bowl so we can get our big copper pots and jam confiture in there.

However, I do come across a really cool old bathroom sink that I’m sure Holly would love. Only problem, Serge wants 250 Euros for it. I take a couple of photos to send to Holly, and tell him I’ll let him know.

Double bathroom sink

Really cool, but out of our budget :(

Serge has this amazing collection that long ago burst the seams of his two warehouses – stacks of dissembled armoirs, a gigantic steam tractor hidden behind an assorted pile of junk; picture frames, pots to make pate and terrine, broken old barrels… anything you could dream of, it’s there somewhere! I ask about the steam roller. “Oh, I’ve had it about thirty years”, he says. “Maybe someday I’ll fix it up…” I guess it’s just part of the place now.

About to give up, I wander past a 10-foot tall pile of broken and twisted lead pipe on the side of his warehouse to the stack of stainless sinks and tabletops, and just about break my leg tripping over the corner of something very hard and heavy.

kitchen sink front

Looks pretty good from this angle!

Once I’m done rubbing my shin, I look down to find that the offending object is none other than a deep, apron-fronted white porcelain kitchen sink! Actually, it’s more green than white as it’s pretty heavily adorned with moss and leaf-mold. Evidently Serge has written it off long ago. A close inspection reveals why; the thing’s really beat up – makes the other pieces he showed me look brand new in comparison! Still, I figure if he doesn’t want too much for it…

kitchen sink angle

Hmm... not exactly "as new" condition...

I track down Serge in his back yard, where he’s entertaining a couple of ladies with a cold drink at his garden table. Ah yes, he remembers the sink. “Vingt Euros”, he says. Twenty Euros… I call the house to ask Samantha to check on the web to see if there’s such a thing as a porcelain repair kit. A quick search reveals that apparently thousands of Americans fix their porcelain sinks every year, and we have a choice of a half-dozen solutions. My decision’s made, but of course I can’t finalize the deal without a bit of bargaining, that wouldn’t be fun at all. So I end up with the sink and a nice slab of marble counter-top for forty Euros total, load them into the van and continue for the final 90-minute drive home.

Ten minutes scrubbing gets rid of the leaves and moss, bringing out the chips in all their glory. Dubiously I take a couple of photos, then go inside to call Holly to see what she thinks. She loves it! Doesn’t mind the dings – even tells me it adds old-fashioned character. What a lovely wife I have; she just saved us 500 Euros… not a bad day’s junk-shopping!

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The famous Paris-Brest bicycle race

Lovely day today in Brittany. After about 3 days of mid-summer gloom and rain, it made a nice break!

So here we are, sitting out in the garden finishing a late lunch when some guy walks into the back yard. Note please, that I have an awful memory for names, faces, people etc. I blame it on too much travelling, having to keep track of friends, family, tour guests, etc. Way too much for a small, aged brain!

Typically then, I don’t know if this guy’s someone I know, or am supposed to know, or if he’s a friend of Joseph who’s having lunch with us, or of Marcel who’s just showed up for coffee. Furtive glances at each of them produce no sign of recognition, and Marcel takes on that certain “guard the cave door” expression that he typically gets when unsure if someone’s coming to sell him something, ask for something or deliver a summons! He’s dressed casually, so not a salesman, and today’s a holiday so he’s not a government worker. So I assume he must know one of us.

Maybe it’s someone that I know and they don’t, but no bells are ringing… The suspense is broken as he announces that our neighbour has sent him, to see if we can solve his problem. The problem, it turns out, is that he’s taking part in a 1200 km bike race, and needs a place to sleep for about 3 hours during this epic adventure. Aha, you think, he’s heard we’re adding a bedroom or two, and figures he can score a nice soft bed? Not so, however; he’s all set up with his own bed, in a nifty little caravan that he wants to park in our front yard so he can crawl in and flop his sweaty aching body onto his foam matress for a couple hours’ kip between hill-climbs.
Paris-Brest caravan

The Paris-Brest team accommodation

Well, of course that’s no problem, I explain there’s already a caravan there (belongs to another friend) so it’d probably be happy to have a little company. I take him through the construction site of our house to the front side, and show him where he can put it (even point out the handy downstairs bathroom in the cellar and generously offer it’s use to him, such is my fabulous hospitality). He seems happy with the site next to the blackberry hedge, and accepts my offer of coffee, so I sit him down with the others while I pop into the kitchen to fix it.

By the time I get back with the caffeine, Christian (our cyclist friend) is deep into animated conversation with Marcel and Joseph about all the common aquaintances they have; turns out he only lives about 20 km away, and his brother’s a friend of Daniel the pig farmer round the corner, which was his first thought as a camp site. He explains that the problem there was the dog, which roams around unleashed. Despite Daniel’s insistence that he doesn’t bite (he’s a ferocious-looking Shepherd that chases every bike that goes past) Christian tells us he was still afraid he might consider it his duty to protect his owner’s newly-acquired caravan, should he roll up at three in the morning. We all agree it would be a bit of a bummer to be “guarded” out of your own bed in those circumstances.

I silently ponder whether the real reason for not staying at Daniel’s might be that he was invited in for a cup of coffee there already. Now there’s another story there – getting the pig for Holly’s 40th birthday party – but that’s for another time when I can tell it properly. Suffice to say that my dad and I had the pleasure of Daniel’s hospitality in his kitchen, which only a photo could amply describe… not a place recommended for consuming anything except perhaps the strongest local calvados, which can sterilize about anything!

Anyway, over coffee we get the low-down on the “Paris-Brest” race. We’re told that about 5,000 riders, apparently 3,000 of them foreigners, take part every four years, with the fastest covering the course in 48 hours. That’s about 25 km/hr average, not counting potty stops! Christian must be pretty decent I reckon, as it sounds like he expects to do it in about 36 hours each way. He adds that a thousand or two drop out each year, which doesn’t surprise me in the least!

Now I know where all those bikes come from… we’ve only been living on the course of the Paris-Brest cycle race for 22 years, and how many times have we casually remarked that there seem to be an awful lot of bikers out this weekend… duh! I guess now when people mention the famous Paris-Brest race, I can brag that I have a course-side grandstand spot, and have watched it for two decades… oh, I do feel chuffed!

So next Sunday’s the start in Paris, and the big days for us are Monday and Tuesday; this year I’ll be sure to go out and cheer them on! Maybe we should make some lemonade…
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Ah yes, the wall…

Well, Marcel did laugh his toosh off… once he’d got over the shock. So yesterday was the day to cut and paste a 10 foot long, 8 foot high pile of concrete blocks.

We’d been having a conversation just the evening before about how young foremen would come to tell him how to build things on the worksite (he’s been a mason for over 40 years). He’d tell them it doesn’t work that way, then after he’d done it their way the inspector would come and make them take it all down and do it again Marcel’s way…

Believe me, don’t question the engineering skills of an artisan who’s been with the same employer for a few score years, rest assured he knows how to do things!

So, how to move a wall – one that’s just been built to withstand a 9.0 earthquake (not that we’re ever likely to get anything like that here in northern France)…
Knocking out the top row of blocks

Knockin' out the top row

First, knock off the top row that you carefully notched out yesterday to fit between the beams…

Next, take your great big diamond blade saw and slice through the end that’s been securely cemented to the end wall.
Cutting the wall

Cutting the wall

Be sure to make lots of noise and dust, and breathe in deeply during the process, while your assistant waits outside and dashes in to grab a photo of the action as he holds his breath – hence the fact you can’t actually see the saw in this photo (but you can in the video at the end of this post).
The cut wall

A nice clean cut

End result, if you know what you’re doing, is a nice clean cut like this:

Then you get a hefty plank of wood, some scaffolding jacks and the biggest iron bar you can find, and you PUSH! (And your assistant nervously holds the top of the wall, supposedly ready to steady a few hundred kilos of concrete should it decide to topple over).

But sure enough, carefully wedged with planks along the way, the whole darned thing moves over until it’s in its new home. Pretty impressive! (Well, maybe you had to be there…).

Anyhow, here’s a video clip by assistant #2 Holly, that probably tells it better than I can – a 5-hour process in 90 seconds: MovingTheWall
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