Berserkers,
I had my first ever Pinot Gris from Alsace today. All I can say is: OH. MY. GOD.
NOW I understand it all. The worship and obsession Berserkers have for French Old World wine here which I merely attributed to bias is in fact 100% wholly justified. The true importance of terroir. I mean, I knew what terroir is intellectually, but now I know what terroir is spiritually. Terroir is no longer this wine term I Googled and whose understanding I try to apply to each wine I taste – it is now an Alsacian flute bottle filled with Pinot Gris.
I suspected it was going to happen sooner or later but I actually thought it was going to be years down the road, not now! I have finally found the perfect dry wine that has make me a full-on wine aficionado and not just a residual sugar addicted mad scientist wine carbonating icewine loving foodie.
I did a spot tasting of an 07 Cave de Ribeauville Terroirs Pinot Gris at the flagship Summerhill LCBO store here in Toronto this afternoon and it just completely blew me away. I barely have words to describe the experience. It was clean, smooth, superbly balanced, sweet yet not sweet at the same time in an ethereal uplifting start, mid-palate and finish. As good as the best German/Austrian Spatlese or Auslese, but only a 1 on the sugar code.
I could scarcely believe it. I immediately went to the Alsace section to buy a bottle and spoke to the friendly product consultant. He gave me a warm smile that said “Ah, another convert” and informed me that the “sweetness” I was experiencing was actually a combination of fructose, flavonoids, alcohol and minerality from the terroir all perfectly matched and assured me that chemically the wines are definitely substantiated to be 100% dry on the sugar code.
The funny thing is… I CAN’T STAND PINOT GRIS WINE. Almost if not more so than Chardonnay. See, my sisters constantly drink horrible sub-$15 Pinot Gris from California and Pinot Grigio from Italy that truly sucks ass and they’re always forcing it upon me to drink. I really only tried it on a whim because it was there and it fit the theme of trying international wines I was doing.
I asked him why the plonk my sisters love drinking called Pinot Gris from California and Pinot Grigio from Italy isn’t as good as an Alsacian Pinot Gris? He smiled again and informed me that Alsace is home to THE finest white wines in the world and they are just not the same. Every other winemaking country offers Pinot Gris but they all dream of being an Alsacian Pinot Gris one day when they grow up.
As if God himself were trying to make the point to me, on the way out there were a couple of sample tables set up, one with a locally microbrewed beer and another with an Ontario winery featuring a Pinot Gris. Naturally I tried the Pinot Gris. Good lord, it was even worse than the swill my sisters always drink and force upon me. This must be what an Ontario Chardonnay tastes like to those of you brought up on fine Chablis.
Everything is closed tomorrow for Canada Day but I will be up bright and early Saturday morning to grab some different Alsacian Pinot Gris bottles from the different LCBO’s around town.
Wow. I’m almost scared to try Alsacian RIesling and Gewurztraminer now, for there is a strong chance they may become my holy trinity of white wines!