I had two Couly Dutheil Clos de L’Echos, which illustrated perfectly the summits and the pitfalls of this producer:
Clos de L’Echo - Couly Dutheil 2001
“Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale her infinite variety”.
I think this could be applied to most Loire reds, but it certainly applies to this one. I first discovered this Echo five years ago. I didn’t know much about older Loire reds at the time and was expecting something rather tired and weak, so the first bottle was a revelation, but I continued to approach each subsequent bottle with trepidation, convinced that the first one was a fluke. In my defence, I don’t think that 2001 was a particularly stunning vintage.
After finishing my first stock of four, I went back for more, then again, and again - I must be up to two cases by now.
This was the last of my current stock so I will have to find yet more - because it really is good.
The nose is full of dark forest fruits and leather, but with spikes of plum and cherry. The attack is still incredibly fresh and fruity, full of ripe cherry and cranberry, but then the magic starts and the wine goes right down to the bass lines, with some serious depth and character, before rising back up to the top of the palate with touches of violet, cherry, raspberry and blackcurrant, easing into a long, broad finish.
“Infinite variety” applies because with each sip, you get different flavours - one or more of them takes over, but never the same one.
It’s not even the best Couly I’ve had, but it’s a wonderful wine and remarkable value at under 20€ a bottle. There are the first signs of age, but it still has a long way to go.
Clos de L’Echo 2011
The first time I tried this, a few years back, I couldn’t understand why my head was spinning after a couple of glasses. I thought it tasted rather strong but never imagined for a second just how strong it was - then I looked at the bottle and saw 14.5°. I was gobsmacked, never imagining for a second that a Loire red could be so powerful. With the low acidity, the alcohol was an absolute killer.
I tried another last night - to be fair, there has been some positive evolution: the trademark Chinon chalkiness is starting to freshen the attack, but the finish is possibly worse than before - hot and messy, leaving an aftertaste like cough mixture.
You have to be a really big Brutus from Baltimore to handle this, whereas I’m more of a lean and hungry Cassius, so after two glasses I was staggering off to bed and have had a humdinger of a headache today. Fine if you’re a “hedonist” who likes that sort of thing, but I shall have to offload the remaining bottles.
It’s a frustrating domain, capable of the very best and the very worst!