This is my first of hopefully many posts to come. I figured maybe a little background credentials on my part are in order, maybe a quick little directional note, and some meaty stuff. Who knows, let’s see where the rabbit hole takes us. I’m the third generation of my family to work in the wine industry. In addition to my new post at wines.com, I’ve worked for Jean-Louis Trocard in Bordeaux, and most recently I was working with the largest wine and spirits retailer in Texas, Spec’s. Apart from that, I went to Duke University in North Carolina (as an aside I am petrified of Louisville… if anyone follows college basketball).
I figured for this week’s post I’d give a short little synopsis of my first official tasting for wines.com. A large importer put on a Burgundy wine tasting yesterday. It was, to be blunt, all kinds of mediocre and corporate; a lot of suits. Look fellas, I appreciate that you need to move product, but at least hide the fact it’s glorified dog show. No personality, no face, no warmth. To me that’s straying from the ideals of wine itself. Wine isn’t about three-piece suits and ‘nickel and diming’ 14 cents off a pallet. It’s about wine-stained shirts, green fields, laughter, and merriment. Just saying, given the option I’m hanging out with Ewoks from Star Wars over the Jedi every day of the week. Those tiny bears can party. The real thing I took away from the tasting was how nondescript a vast majority of the wines were. Granted they were all 2007′s-but still show me something. The real issue for me was that these producers have a worse grip on reality than Corey Feldman. I’m sorry, but buying an $8o/bottle wholesale Chorey-Cote de Beaune is preposterous. Look at it this way: that bottle is going for a minimum of $100, if you’re lucky, retail, wines.com has a 95 point Chateaunuf du Pape for $99. I get it, 1990 La Tache is the greatest wine ever made. Whatever. Just because the Yankees are worth $5,000,000,000 doesn’t mean I’m going to pay $3,000,000,000 for the Royals. Anyway, my rant is over. But I figured a few of the highlights from my notes of the tasting would be appropriate. Bare in mind I have notes on 21 wines, 6 had some form or another of ‘meh’.
Coming next week: Tasting notes on 1947 Cheval Blanc; either pure, unadulterated ecstasy or soul crushing depression depending on how the weekend shakes out for the Blue Devils; me trying to sort out my priorities (see previous statement).