white Burgundy but, when it comes to the range of terroirs and producers, I frequently feel
like I have barely scratched the surface.More than this, the prices for Premier Cru and Grand Cru can often be a real obstacle to dipping one's toe in the waters without the fear of losing a limb. Driven by that combined feeling of naiveté and frugality,I went fishing for some affordable Great Whites to taste.So, I
lined up two village wines from Olivier
Leflaive(samples kindly provided by Southern Wines).I have to say, I was truly looking forward to these wines. In anticipation, I had encouraged (begged) my wife to prepare some
wonderful steamed mussels and baguette. So while I opened the wine and allowed it to breathe, the
kitchen was progressively bathed in the glorious smell of mussels, shallots, diced tomatoes
and warm, fresh-baked baguette.
I pulled the corks on the Leflaive 2010 Meursault ($45 USD) and
Puligny-Montrachet ($60 USD).Although Meursault can …
Sorry, I could not resist the Hannibal reference. Anyway, let me set the scene. It's Sunday evening and the normal
scramble had begun. My wife and I were frantically running around the kitchen looking for
things with which we can make a substantial evening meal, whilst establishing
what laundry needs to be attended to and whose homework needs to be finished. The usual madness, I reassure myself, that occurs
in the home of every other parent. I found some meatballs, some pieces of roast
chicken breast, a jar of pasta sauce, some herbs, garlic and spaghetti. Sounds like a meal, right? I fired up
the oven and dash downstairs to pull a bottle from the cellar. I had been looking for an excuse to try the new vintage
from Marchesi dè Frescobaldi Castello di Nipozzano Nipozzano Chianti Rufina Riserva(2009), having been reminded of it in Montreal last
month when I enjoyed the 2006.
Winemaking at Castello
di Nipozzano dates back to 1864. The region lies east of Florence
in the revered terri…
“Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts.” ―Charles Dickens, Great Expectations
Ah yes the perils of travel, why is that "getting there" often seems to be the most challenging part of the journey? For some, there’s the fear of Turbulence? The plane shaking like a can of sardines in the hands of a hungry shopper, no worries I don't need the provided air-sickness bag. Go ahead, shake, rattle and roll for me, that is no problem.
But then there are the dreaded delays [flashing on screens overhead] which are irritating [and happen all too often] but survivable. Hell, I don't even worry too much about sitting next to a “chatty-Kathy” that’s what noise canceling headphones are for.
I’m not the frequent flyer type by any stretch of the imagination, so there is one thing I fear the most when traveling; it happens when I’m waiting at the baggage carousel, gulp. While every other passenger …