Working at the bookshop occasionally makes me hate humans so I had to arrange a long weekend off work. A few good bottles of wine, a couple books and lots of Renaissance music and Bach mean that I can play hermit for a couple days now. Perhaps after this I can return to work feeling a bit less misanthropic.
Ch. Musar Rouge 1967
The cork was wizened and covered in black, stinky goo. It was pretty badly ullaged so I didn't have high hopes for the wine. But gladly it was ok.
I let the wine sit in a decanter for almost two hours before drinking it since Musars, like old Nebbiolo, always seem to improve with lots of air. Now it's deliciously stinky (but doesn't smell like an open sewer like it did just after opening!) with lovely sweet-savoury aromas that these sunny wines get with age: the fruit hasn't gone but it has gained leathery and tobacco scents. I don't sense much volatility, however, but I think I might not be very sensitive to VA since I so rarely notice it in anything but Madeira. Still a rich and powerful palate, plenty of acidity to brighten the overall feel of the wine, and an interminable finish make this a very moreish wine. Lovely.
