1978 Dom Perignon
Sometimes you just have to say fuck it and open something nice. Saturday night dinner with the best sushi that Murata, one of the best Japanese restaurants in Portland, could muster for takeout seemed as good a time as any.
To my consternation, the bottle started hissing the moment I began to untwist the cage as the cork had shriveled up over the decades. Happily those fears that the bottle might be tired or over the hill were unfounded.
There were no bubbles visible, but the wine was a nice burnished gold with a fine, persistent petillance to create a welcome creaminess to the texture.
The wine presented delicious smells of cocoa, toffee and cream to start, unfurling a true peacock’s tail to reveal multitudes - floral, citrus, plum, toast, mushroom, soy, even a slight coppery tang. It was round, seductive and utterly gourmand, compelling you to drink more and uncover more facets of itself.
With air and a little warmth, the initial presentation shifted away from the cocoa and toffee and the wine did, of all things, a great impression of a mature Climens, with a vibrant apricot note that resonated and lingered, and palate depth to make many top tier Sauternes envious.
Through it all, the wine showed great persistence and substance, showing no signs of faltering over the couple of hours we had it open. There was not the slightest hint of unwelcome oxidation - no apples, thank goodness. My husband is normally a slow drinker and we often will leave a glass or two for the next day, but not this time - this time we drained the bottle with uncharacteristic haste (& greediness).
I have heard tell of the greatness of DP in the '60s and '70s, but had never experienced it for myself, with 1985 being the oldest year so far that I had experienced from DP. Though I may have been skeptical that bottles this old could be good, this bottle made an eloquent case for the glories of very aged DP, and very aged Champagne in general - it certainly made a believer out of me. Though that 1985 showed well when I had it, this 1978 was on a whole other plane of existence.
Some of you may have noticed Krug pushing this whole music pairing concept, which I have thus far treated with a sort of bemused incomprehension, but last night it was a real experience to drink this on the couch while listening to the Stones playing ‘You Can’t Always Get What You Want’ live. This will forever be the ‘correct’ pairing for me. What a privilege.
Excellent minus, and wine of the year for me.