Best wine tasting you’ve attended.

It was 1993. The 90 DRC wines were to be released and Clive Coates of The Vine had called them “a cathedral full of archbishops in all their finery.” Dennis Overstreet of Beverly Hills Wine Merchant was having a tasting of the wines and dinner at his shop. I signed up w a friend even though it was far away, a weekday, and I worked the next day. The day of the tasting, he announced that he was not allowed to serve dinner in the shop and that we would move to his home in Hollywood Hills, even farther. It was pouring rain, just torrential, and my Corvette was skidding dangerously all over as we headed there; we almost turned around more than once. But we went, winding our way up the narrow hill roads to his home

4 card tables seating four each were set up in the room open to the kitchen and a solitary young guy was cooking for us. I found him interesting and though the wines were amazing, even legendary, I stood at his side most of the night pestering him w cooking questions and watching him turn out amazing dish after dish for 16 of us. It was a side job for this young chef.

At the end I congratulated him and told him that in my estimation he deserved to have a restaurant. He said he had just quit work at a place called Checkers and was planning to open a place he was going to call The French Laundry. It was Thomas Keller.

I have since reminded him of the story when we met again and he remembered the evening. Fun story to tell even almost 30 years later. Amazing wines but Keller was the highlight.

I have a couple other fun stories to tell later but let’s hear first from others.

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Trip to Bordeaux with wife in 2012; bottle of Cheval Blanc wine & private tour with CFO of Cheval Blanc, bottle of Latour at Latour with lovely guide, bottle of Lafite with manager at Lafite & bottle of SHL with just the owners of Smith Haut Lafitte , in their Chateau home kitchen, with lunch. [cheers.gif] flirtysmile
Quite a good vacation, EH ?

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Can’t beat Alan’s story, so won’t even try. It’s got everything: the car, the wine, and the chef, which sounds like a movie title and appropriate for Beverly Hills. flirtysmile

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it was the late 90s and I was already heavily into Burgundy. Steve Z called me and told me he had an extra ticket to a dinner in LA. Did I want to go? Michel Richard of Citrus was cooking and there was a wine dinner. An Henri Jayer dinner. And the man himself would be there.

We were greeted by the diminutive importer Martine Saunier and elf-like Henri. I remember the callused hands and French beanie, his almost embarrassed smile, and shy pride. He spoke no English and at the time I spoke no French.

I can’t remember what wines we drank—all Henri Jayer—but by the end of the meal, when offered even more wine, I uttered a sentence no one on Earth had ever said, and likely hasn’t since: I’ve had enough Jayer and can’t drink any more. It was quite a night.

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I used to have to stay in downtown LA for work every couple of weeks. Somehow I ended up staying at Checkers - basically across the street from the Biltmore. After having room service the first time I stayed there, I decided to stay and eat all my dinners there. That lasted until Thomas Keller moved on…. I remember that bankster Thomas Keating was always hanging out in the bar with his lawyers.

The best tasting I attended was the vertical tasting of all the Eyrie South Block Reserve Pinots - from the mid-70s to 2007. Several of the best Pinots I’ve ever tasted were served. The 1983 was incredible.

9 years ago for my friend Mark’s 50th.

I could see the disappointment on Anthony’s face as I manhandled Heidi’s camera with the dexterity Mr Snuffleupagus. I had asked our host for Monday table if I could take a few shots of last night’s Romanée-Conti dinner with the view of doing a story for ‘repast’ and I think Anthony had thought I may have been somewhat closer to Disfarmer than Snuffi so far as my photographic skills are concerned.

It was Mark’s turn to host our tasting group’s monthly dinner and as an extension of Mark’s 50th Birthday celebrations (well its more like a science experiment its been going on that long) he put together some of the most glorious wines ever made and forced us to drink them during a convivial meal at Sydney’s Rockpool Bar & Grill. Wines were all served blind but in the case of the Romanée-Conti brackets we knew the vintages but not the order they were served in. A 1996 Krug ‘Clos d’Ambonnay’ smelt really ‘Kruggy’ and was extraordinarily powerful and intense. We all went Krug and Paul Hanna correctly identified the rapier acidity of the vintage. I don’t think any of us considered this rare beauty and certainly none of us had had the wine before. It had layers of grilled nuts, cream, smoked meats, strawberries, citrus fruits and breathed to show some engaging floral scents. It was so direct and long on the finish squeezing a huge blast of lemon juice around the gums and then releasing a big puff of chalk. Alaskan crab cocktail was a fine match with this robust fizz. Tuna tartare tartlet and Ocean trout brioche were both excellent with the 1962 Veuve Clicquot Rosé. A 1962 Dom Pérignon was sadly out of condition and the Veuve called immediately up from the bench. It was sweet and plump, with soft vinous, jube like fruits and some brown sugar notes. It still finished fresh with decent energy.

You know you have a fairly ‘spanky’ line up of white wines in front of you when you sigh with relief that the only oxidised wine was the 2001 Domaine D’Auvenay Chevalier-Montrachet although the 2005 Domaine de la Romanée-Conti Montrachet was just showing some early signs of oxidation with aromas and flavours that were just a tad mute. It still had big smoky lift, was sweet, intense and lush but lacked the dimension of the three other DRC Montys. I’m not sure I’ve had a better white wine this year than the 2004 Domaine de la Romanée-Conti Montrachet. It was rich and explosive, dripping with orchard fruits and filling every crevice of the mouth with fruit/mineral nectar. For its sheer size it was harnessed by fabulous acidity and length of flavour was phenomenal. The 2007 Domaine de la Romanée-Conti Montrachet was also brilliant wine. The folks at the Domaine must have given this 07 some serious hang time before picking as it was so ripe, rich and luscious for the vintage. It had some notes of pineapple and butterscotch as well as flint, white peach and cashew. It was extraordinarily rich, thick and dense without feeling in the slightest bit heavy. Buried under all of the sappy fruit is some pretty serious acidity and baring premox you’d expect this thing to live for many decades. The 2008 Domaine de la Romanée-Conti Montrachet was no slouch but perhaps just a notch below the 04 and 07. It had an aroma of smoky minerals, spearmint, pure white peach and grilled nuts. It was dense and sweet, loaded with dry extract and finishing with chalky precision. The lobster thermidor that accompanied this bracket was perfect with the wines. A touch of vanilla in the sauce was so complimentary to the four Montrachet wines.

Before launching into the main event Mark thought it would be fun to throw two birth year wines at us. Heck, it’s his birthday and he can damn well do as a he pleases. A 1962 Bouchard Père et Fils Musigny was just a little oxidised but a tasty drink none the less. It was dense, sweet and vinous with some brown sugar notes sneaking in. There was a touch of beef stock and earth and the finish was soft and long. I thought that the 1962 Maison Leroy La Romanée may have been the 62 La Tache, it was that bloody good. It has a scent of soy, hoisin, aniseed and freshly grated ginger. It was fine and lacy in the mouth but had a certain authority about it. There was minerally detail and it left a wonderful savoury calling card once swallowed. I was too enthralled by the La Romanée to take much notice of the warm salad of wood fired quail with smoked tomato but I think it was pretty tasty.

Mark had invited Clarendon Hills’ Roman Bratasiuk along as his guest and prior to the serving of the first bracket of Romanée-Conti I suggested that we refer to him as Romanée Bratasiuk for the rest of the meal. He didn’t seem to buy into it and behind his poker face I suspect he was saying to himself ‘who is that idiot down the other end of the table?’. Duck breast grilled over charcoal, fennel sauce, cannelini beans, roasted eschalots and bread salad with roasted parsnip and silverbeet was serviceable with the younger Romanée-Conti wines.

As the 1999 Domaine de la Romanée-Conti Romanée-Conti was being poured I heard Anthony in a trance like state next to me chant ‘hommmmm, I am entering the perfect sphere’. On release the 1999 La Tache was the best young wine that has ever passed my lips, this 99 Romanée-Conti is perhaps the best red wine full stop to have done so. It is perfect wine to me. It has the most engaging scent with aromas of pomegranate, raspberries, cherries, rosé petals, aniseed and sandalwood. It has brilliant poise and balance, with not a hair out of place. Spherical tannins just occupy a space and it has perfectly ripe fruit with a core of coolness. It is so delicate and lacy but with incredible presence and length of flavour. The 1991 Domaine de la Romanée-Conti Romanée-Conti is drinking well now. It has some notes of soy, ginger and smoked meats. There are all sorts of pretty red fruits and a heart of liqueur cherry. There’s just a slightly edgy, tart thing going on towards the finish and it leaves a mineral imprint once swallowed. The 1996 Domaine de la Romanée-Conti Romanée-Conti opened up all luscious, giving and sweet and then tightened in the glass. There was a thread of liquorice running through the aroma and flavour profile coupled with pomegranate Asian spices, sweet cherry and sandalwood. As the wine breathed the structural elements pushed the fruit back a little. The 1993 Domaine de la Romanée-Conti Romanée-Conti looked a little green in this line up and showed some oak on the nose. It settled down in the glass and unfurled to show off its cool fruit personality. It was lightly stalky with some freshly grated ginger notes. It had a sweet heart of red fruits and finished with plenty of earthy grip. Where the 99 is a perfect wine the 1990 Domaine de la Romanée-Conti Romanée-Conti is a perfect drink right now. It engages the drinker with its titillating perfume of rosé petals, beef stock, soy, hoisin and raspberries. It is full, round and sweet, with the most sensual of lacy textures and flavours that fan out and drive on for an eternity. It is supremely well balanced.

With the older bracket of Romanée-Conti wines a more delicate dish of Redgate farm partridge with roasted pear, celeriac, walnut and radicchio and sautéed royal blue potatoes worked well. The 1955 Domaine de la Romanée-Conti Romanée-Conti poured out quite a light colour but literally filled the room with a perfume of tea leaves, smoke, freshly pounded juniper berries, sandalwood and Autumn leaves (it didn’t really fill the room but it smelled terrific). In the mouth it was very sweet, very fine and very pretty, possessing great proportion and a length of flavour that was admirable. Sadly the 1959 Domaine de la Romanée-Conti Romanée-Conti was oxidised and showed a bit of chocolate and caramel with a touch of flora. The 1923 Domaine de la Romanée-Conti Romanée-Conti was actually a Vandermeulen bottling and created a healthy discussion at the table. It was clearly the odd wine out of the two brackets and had a spirity thing going on as if it had been subject to some fortification. It had real freshness and was sweet and earthy, breathing up to show some dried flower and sous bois in the glass. Not sure if this was a fake but it certainly tasted like it has had something added to the wine after it left the Domaine? The 1978 Domaine de la Romanée-Conti Romanée-Conti was on fire, drinking just the way you’d expect and like it to. The aroma was comprised of aniseed, juniper, sandalwood, rose petals, balsamic and a touch of vegemite. In the mouth it was complex, layered, lacy and cerebral. There’s so much going on but it has such great poise and restraint. The finish is full of what the Japanese would term umami and every sip was an absolute delight. The 1969 Domaine de la Romanée-Conti Romanée-Conti was a little aldehydic on the nose and also had a strong scent of rosehip as well as something reminiscent of poire William. It was fine, delicate and minerally in the mouth and possessed sneaky persistence.

If you’d been following Mark’s form and wanted to play the man you would have had a fairly big punt on the fact that there just may be a 1962 Chateau d’Yquem served around now and indeed there was. It was marvellous Sauternes with a complex nose of mandarin peel, cumquat, crème brulee and crème caramel. It was luscious and sweet in the mouth with some toffee and honey flavours and it dried off on the finish providing the drinker with a clean, refreshed palate ready to take another sip of this sensual beverage. A 1918 Château d’Yquem (Vandermeulen bottling) served alongside the 62 was in remarkably good shape. With no discernable botrytis is lacked lusciousness but was complex and fine with aromas of candied peel, honey, beeswax and lanolin. It was full of citrus, honey and salt on the palate and finished crisp, bright and energetic. It worked less well with the dessert of roast pineapple with crème fraiche panna cotta than the 62 did.

As we drilled down into the vintage Port options, those of us who played the man got burned opting for 62, when we should have known Mark would finish with only the best and poured us the 1963 Quinta Do Noval ‘Nacional’. This is one of the finest Ports I have ever had. The spirit was just so clean and fruit youthful and defined. It was loaded with black fruits and liquorice and is sweet, round and perfectly balanced. It is a wine that is juvenile and perhaps several decades away from its eventual apogee. Cheese was Cabot clothbound Cheddar and Gorgonzola Dolce Latte.

Mark did a splendid job assembling these great wines and it is a dinner that will be indelibly etched in a part of my brain that isn’t completely piss soaked. Thank you Mark for your incredible generosity.

Cheers
Jeremy

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You’re supposed to say he remembered you and your witty banter and thanked you for inspiring him to live out his dream by comping your meal and bottles of 90 LT!

The best one for me is the next one. The memories are sweet but the next one is always the most fun.

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The pre auction tastings at the Christies auctions in Chicago with Michael Broadbent presiding were awesome. Some 1945 Haut Brion and other amazing things we could never try otherwise.

This is a great thread, and I have to say I have been lucky enough to go to some extraordinary events. It brought back a lot of great memories particularly the one I did for a major birthday.

We flew out from New York, and stayed in Santa Cruz. I had arranged a lunch at Ridge with a dozen of my closest friends to be presided over by Paul Draper. We had a tour of the vineyards and winery with him. The conversation got interesting, and we ended up an hour late for lunch. I did not take notes, but a friend did. From 2016


“Ridge is—and always has been—the stuff of magic. With roots in the 1880s, Ridge has produced wine from the fabled Monte Bello Vineyard for more than a half-century; with the iconic Paul Draper still at the helm after forty-seven years—there is nothing else quite like it.

As we near the 40th anniversary of the Judgment of Paris Tasting this May, one thing is certain: the Ridge Monte Bello 1971 will continue to outperform every other wine, as it has — consistently. This is hardly an uncommon phenomenon: Ridge tends to hold its own among the best of Napa a few decades on. (As an aside, Soutirage senior wine advisor, Chris Hoel, recently prepared a private client tasting which highlighted the ’09 and ’90 vintages from some of the most celebrated producers in California, France and Italy. Considering some of the hallowed wines on the table, attendees were astonished to see Ridge steal the show.)



Collecting wine has the same effect on the owner as collecting art. At some point, the experience moves from having, to knowing; and from knowing, to sharing. As the private collections sourcing specialist at Soutirage, I have the personal honor and the pleasure of working day-to-day with collectors who have reached the peak of their life in wine, for whom the purpose of life, the universe and their cellar has become to share their joy and knowledge with kindred spirits. One of our collector friends decided to spend his 60th birthday party doing just that: bringing the jewels in his collection of Ridge wines back to their birthplace and maker. Paul Draper and Eric Baugher hosted a birthday lunch for our friend at the winery, in the renovated barn where the first vintages were made back in the ‘60s; our friend brought the wines. Paul’s presence was the center of the day, at 79, his passionate expertise and fluent reminiscences riveting everyone in the group for the duration of our visit.


Paul led us first in a barrel tasting of the 2014 and ‘15 Monte Bello. The 2014 Monte Bello is an expressive, impressive baby, full of vibrant fruit and energy. The 2015 is tighter, still a little miffed at its transformation into wine, showing density and structure that is promising in quality far beyond what is assured in quantity (the crop on Monte Bello in 2015 was down by 30%.) As we tasted in the pristine barrel room (the above photo is from the original limestone cellar, not the barrel room), Paul took a detour into his research and conclusions on barrels. He loves to read old winemaking histories, in French, and shared that in the 1800s, the Bordeaux First Growths went through élevage in Baltic oak barrels, which had proven to be the best match for Bordeaux in extended trials at that time. Paul took great delight in sharing that American oak came second in those trials, and French oak, last. Ridge has famously only used American oak barrels.



Lunch began with the ’73, ’97, and ’04 Ridge Chardonnays. The ’73 misled everyone with its soft profile initially, and then later deepened into a rich, golden treat. The ’97 is drinking beautifully, a long, elegant mouthful of stone fruit with an edge of orange peel, balanced and expansive on the finish. No rush to open bottles for those lucky enough to have them, but it would be a shame to miss this wine now. The ’04 is still a baby by comparison with its older siblings, quiet and unformed, this wine needs another 5-10 years. The next wines were ’73 Occidental Zinfandel, ’73 Geyserville, ’78 & ’90 York Creek Cabernet Sauvignon. The ’73 Geyserville has “Late Picked” on the label, but for Ridge that is a literal description of the harvest in this case, it does not mean the wine is sweet. This was a meaty, rich, juniper berry accented wine, showing no signs of slowing down. The two York Creek Cabernets were typically stern, smoky and earthy–the ’78 needing air to open its blackcurrant fruit, and the lean, appetizing ’90 clearly not in a hurry to soften its youthful stance anytime soon.

The centerpiece of the day was the lineup of Monte Bello vintages: ’97, ’91, ’85, ’84, ’78, ’76, and ’71, along with the ’71 Eisele. Monte Bello stands among the finest wines of California, and this tasting brought that historic stature to life. The ’78 is simply glorious—this was perhaps the wine of the day, with a perfect balance of sweetness and length, a smoky mineral character adding complexity to the charm of perfectly resolved tannins and fruit, with a seamless finish. Everyone smiled as they tasted. This vintage included 6% Merlot. Paul joked that he was sure he had ruined this wine. As the bottles were readied for market it was discovered that the wine had not completed malolactic fermentation and it was spritzy in the bottle. So Paul emptied all the bottles back into tank, completed malo, and then put the wine back in the bottles. Unfazed by that rough handling, the ’78 is one of Paul’s triumphs.

The two ’71s are legendary bottles, a unique comparison of Napa and Santa Cruz Mountains nature, nurtured by the same hands. Paul told us that the Ridge team headed up to Napa with a clear sense of mission in ’71. They were going to show Napa how it was done. They picked the Eisele grapes before they picked Monte Bello that year, and the fermentation with a submerged cap took a full forty days and nights. The ’71 Ridge Eisele is at 13.9% alcohol, and while the ripe, almost glacé fruit is clearly from a warmer climate than the Monte Bello, and there is more spice than minerals on a broader frame, the wine has the same plumb line backbone of ripe, resolved tannins as the ’78 Monte Bello, leading to a smooth, sweet finish. Lovely now. The ’71 Monte Bello is at 12.2% alcohol, and blind would be taken as a much younger wine. Firm, with dark, dusty fruit and depths still to be plumbed, this wine needed more time in the glass to open and can be left comfortably resting in the cellar for another 5-10 years.

Of the other vintages, the ’84 is a soft, inviting wine today (delicious with the cheese course); the silky ’85 more complex with a signature Monte Bello iodine note and in no hurry; the ’91 was the most Bordelaise of the lineup, all pencil lead and cassis and also in no rush to maturity; the ’97 is not talking to anyone right now, sullen and sulky but with great structure and promise.




Paul Draper turns 80 on March 10th, and his contribution to winemaking in California is already established and celebrated. His gentle, Zen-like way belies the uncompromising discipline and dedication required to maintain such a high level of achievement, over five decades. It was a privilege to taste in his company and hear him speak, but his wines also speak for him, and will do so for decades to come.”

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I’ve had many fine … but I go for
my own La Romanee tasting in 2012 in Austria with 41 vintages … and Louis-Michel Liger-Belair and Francois Audouze attending …

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Wow, jh. Winner winner.

I have been to many great tastings, but one stands out for wines and circumstances. An older member of our tasting group was hosting his last event before retiring and moving away. We didn’t know that he was rather seriously ill at the time.

He opened a series of 1970 Bordeaux that he had bought on release, including stellar bottles of Cheval Blanc and Petrus. He followed that with a flight of Quintarelli Valpolicella and Amarone. He finished the evening with 1945 Taylor Fladgate.

I will never forget that night.

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Jerry may remember this one—he arranged it.

From a dinner with Jerry Hey about 15 years ago: last night saw trumpeter-oenophile-general bon vivant Jerry Hey arrange and conduct a veritable symphony of a tasting: 78 Burgundies, both red and white were represented. Jerry brought his wine-drinking trio from Palos Verdes where he was joined by several friends as well as Allen Meadows and me–we formed a septet to taste 14 wines around a presentation at Patina of hors d’oeuvres, a lovely 3 course dinner and a fromage plate and petits fours. Dinner consisted of a wonderful fish dish–loup de mer with crispy skin, matsutake mushrooms and mushroom consommé, Liberty Farms duck breast with olive/orange tapenade and honshimiji mushrooms, roasted breast of squab with a savory crouton and coffee-foie gras emulsion. Cheeses included an Epoisses and a Reblechon as well as three others that harmonized with Burgundy. Food was great, but let’s talk wine.

Three whites were the opening act and one almost stole the show. Ramonet Chassagne Montrachet Morgeot was a bit tired and a bit sherried, past its prime, going slowly downhill but it did still hum and kept time fairly well. Latour Batard Montrachet was definitely kicking, honeyed with hints of caramel, some pineapple, refined with some power, fairly intense and well-balanced, a very nice drink. Delagrange-Bachelet Batard arrived late but quickly got in synch and hit some great high notes–at first reticent and flowery, the wine gained in power as it aired, developed lovely coconut nuances, showing layers of sweet ripe fruit and spinning a head or two. I wish I had saved some for the cheese dish, as had a couple of the boys.

Four reds were then served–Groffier Amoureuses, Groffier Chambertin Clos de Beze, Roumier Amoureuses, and Gelin Chambertin Clos de Beze. The two Groffiers were a bit faded and past their prime, especially the CdB which was tiring and a bit bitter. The Amoureuses had a fair amount of sediment, some loveliness and hints of past glory, but faded fast. The Roumier version was astonishing wine. I had had one prior disappointing bottle, so this performance was quite surprising. Lovely Chambolle elegance and refinement were coupled with cherry and smoke nuances, a dreamy drink that could last another decade, buttressed by well-integrated acidity. The Gelin was also a pleasant surprise. It took a while to find its voice but hit some great notes, full of dark ripe fruit, also able to age another decade.

The next act showcased Henri Jayer Beaumonts, Vogue Musigny VV, and Dujac Clos St. Denis. Vogue was supposedly underperforming in 78, but you couldn’t prove it by this bottle. The wine had great color and a fabulous nose, lacey and very RSV-like, multilayered ribbons of fruit, good density and weight, all with a lovely well-integrated acidity. Dujac’s CSD was not outclassed, smelled a little of forest pine, some smoke and minerality, finished a bit short but had lovely red fruit and was fairly intense in the midpalate, a very nice drink. But Jayer’s Beaumont stole this performance. Very intense and dark in color, the fruit was black and dark, like a tapestry woven of many different dark threads, all coming together in unison to make the total picture come alive. This was beautiful Burgundy that belied its premier cru status.

As if it couldn’t get any better, the final act hit the stage and the crowd roared: DRC Grands Echezeaux, Romanee St. Vivant, Richebourg and La Tache. All of these wines had been bought on release (the La Tache cost the princely sum of $40), had been stored at 52 degrees and never before moved. They certainly moved us. They were perfect and beautiful. What did I like best? It depended on what I was drinking! They kept changing, evolving, developing. My favorite was the LT, but many that night preferred the RSV. The Grands was amazing as well, a bit harder than the others, great density, some pepper hints, soy, lovely fruit all balanced and refined. The Richebourg was more minerally and a little–to my surprise–less powerful than the Grands. The RSV was all about bouquet–lacy and lovely, with a great silky mouthfeel, smelling of roses and fruit, of course balanced and refined, with great length. The LT for me, though, turned everything up a notch or two in intensity and volume. This wine soared out of the glass and gently punched me in the nose and face (in a good way), displaying tremendous complexity and density, all with a lovely refinement and delicacy hard to express. I’ll never forget that bouquet.

While this performance was to be “one show only,” the crowd was on its feet at the end and demanded an encore. Reportedly it will one day happen–and Romanee Conti Romanee Conti as well as Jayer Cros Parantoux will be on stage. I’m running out of musical metaphors, but Jerry Hey and his friends can play this town anytime–as long as I have a ticket to the show.

There’s too many to recount, including my friend Victor’s 70th a couple months ago.

But the ‘64 Right Bank dinner that Victor also put together in spring 2003 was legendary. 8 or 9 of us sat around his dining room table on the UWS, and every bottle was perfect except iirc that bottle of Lafleur Petrus, with each wine prepared and decanted meticulously except the Champagne.

From 1964, and I’m sure I’m forgetting one or two wines:

Pol Roger BdB
Laville Haut Brion

Angelus
La Conseillante
L’Evangile
Magdelaine
Lafleur Petrus
Canon
VCC
Cheval Blanc
Petrus
Ausone

Then, blind:
1948 VCC
1934 Ausone
1928 Ausone

I will never have a night like that again.

Vintage Cellars in Double Bay (Sydney, Australia) used to have an annual DRC Dinner for 6 people (including Mario from Vintage Cellars), we used to drink the entire lineup of current release and then have a few back vintages as blind wines. It was strictly invite only and I dont remember having to pay anything except my share of the food.
GOOD TIMES

I’d imagine JH would also win the bronze and silver.

It is 2004 and we are in Italy taking a week of cooking classes. Through the help of a local wine merchant I’ve managed to pre-arrange visits to Felsina and Fontodi. We drive up to Felsina and are received by a kind, rather quiet gentleman who immediately invites us to join him in his 4X4 for a tour of the estate, including the famous Rancia vineyard, on which sits the picturesque farmhouse of the same name. We learn eventually that the gentleman is Giuseppe Mazzocolin, the director of the estate. We are amazed that he would take two perfect strangers from afar on a personal tour of the winery. He is gracious, but quiet and economical in his speech. As the tour progresses he asks, almost as an afterthought, “Are you by chance interested in olive oil?” My wife and I both enthusiastically say yes, and we have in fact participated in an olive oil tasting that very morning. A light starts shining in Signor Mazzocolin’s eye and he begins to describe the olive oil program at Felsina, which seeks to employ the Veronelli method of processing and associated commitment to transparency. We learn about extraction of olive pits through centrifugal force with minimal exposure to air. We learn that the olive oils at Felsina are vineyard- and vintage-specific. We are invited to lunch. We find ourselves in an ancient, homey building with a table set for three. Out of the kitchen come 4 courses: antipasta composed of cubed fava beans and pecorino toscano, ravioli filled with ricotta covered in beef fennel sauce, Tuscan beef seared perfectly, and finally fresh strawberries. Each course is paired with a specific wine and drizzled with a vineyard-specific olive oil from either 2002 or 2003. We sample the 2002 I Sistri Chardonnay, 2001 Chianti Classico, 1999 Rancia, and 1993 Vin Santo. Needless to say, the wines and the food are exquisite. Signor Mazzocolin, a student and professor of Humanities in his prior life, is exceptionally well-informed about American politics. We have a warm and far-ranging discussion about the state of the world and of the United States. Lunch lasts a long time. We feel as though we have been welcomed into Signor Mazzocolin’s home. We can hardly believe what we have just experienced as we walk back to our car. The tasting has been a brief but intimate glimpse into a winery, a place, and a family.

Cheers,
Doug

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Not really a “wine tasting” but the years I got to go on the Kermit Lynch buying trips were some of the most amazing wine experiences of my life. Yes, it was work, and I had to make buying decisions while tasting, but getting to be in the cellars and meeting and tasting with the Clapes, the Chevillons, Thierry Allemand, the Bretons, etc. will always be the best wine visit memories I will have.

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Btw: the notes are still here on the board …

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