by Covert » Mon Aug 01, 2011 7:24 pm
This was a strange one for me because it tasted best near its release and then went into a long sleep, waking up only a couple of years ago. 1996 was not an early drinking year, but at a Toronto restaurant in 2000, as I remember, it was the only appropriate claret I could buy given the suspected palates of my colleagues at the table. I didn’t think they would like a good Bordeaux so I didn’t want to spend a lot on one. It was wonderfully earthy and open when I approved it. I loved it.
A couple of heavily set folks, a man and a woman, sat across from me. The man picked up the bottle and filled the lady’s glass to the meniscus, and it was a big glass. Then he did the same in his, leaving only a tiny pour in the bottle. The woman said she didn’t like it, but sipped at it through dinner, along with a sloe gin fizz, or something like that, she ordered, so I couldn’t just take it from her. (I did that once, though, to a total stranger at the table when she declared she didn't like a nice pour of a 1989 Mouton Rothschild. I said I will drink it if you don't want it. It tasted as good as the 1989 Montrose I had.) The guy ordered a whisky sour and did pretty much the same thing.
I went back the next night alone and asked for another bottle. I was informed that we had finished off the last one the previous evening. So I cursed some and bought a case in New York City after arriving home. The first bottle didn’t taste as good as the wine had in the restaurant, and seemed closed. So I tried a bottle every couple of years since and found them tasting pretty good this year. I guess I have one or two left. Impressive looking chateau on the label for a Cru B.