I'm drinking more wines and enjoying them less. I'm increasingly easily displeased and very hard to impress. Over the last few weeks we've opened bottle after bottle of often fancy, often expensive, boring dreck. Nothing has really been 'just right' until last night's 06 Chandon de Brialles Ille Verglesses. I've had better Burgundies but all the ways in which this one failed at being in that special niche actually seemed to make it more appealing. No celebrity credentials, no youthful fruit, no fireworks, all secondary development and just the minimum of everything--except acidity--needed to provide the right backdrop for a Country French chicken dish I'd made for dinner. I told Bob, "Going forward I want every wine I drink to be just like this."
I'm in trouble, huh.