Yes, 10,000. The number Gladwell posits as a metric for the attainment of expertise. So I am now expert status on WB.com. I have entered the Pantheon of Epic Posters. Neal is my mentor; Ken V scares me.
I’m not sure this is worth bragging about. Corey and Salil came up with the brilliant idea of me resting at 9,999, and then re-registered under the moniker, Roberto Alferto, to connect with my Cuban roots.
I had hoped to start a meaningful thread for 10,000, but so much got in the way this past week. Taxes. A brutal tooth extraction that still hurts. Out of town one day. I cracked my gorgeous Italian race bike. It’s been a tough week.
So I’m still on soft foods and thus asked my wife to pick up some Picadillo from a little Cuban joint down the street. Not surprisingly, a wine with some tobacco notes entered my consciousness.
And this was staring at me as I slid open a wine fridge drawer, the 1985 Chateau Olivier from Graves. I have always had a little soft-spot for this producer, just classic and true to itself. Almost always delivers a solid effort, never a blockbuster. But I’m not necessarily chasing blockbusters, I want simple and sometimes rustic elegance. The 1989 delivered like that for years.
And so does this 1985.
Super pristine bottle, much loved in its 31 years of life. Cork broke on extraction, but pulling the second piece was still clean. No worries.
Really pretty brick red. Tobacco in a bottle. Lovely nose of tobacco, earth and dry leaves, red fruits and some Bordeaux funk. Classic Graves. Medium weight on the palate, crisp red fruits, really fine acidity, with the palate accentuating the aromas from the nose, tobacco, earth and minerals. Soft tannins. Loving the refinement and tartness of the red fruits, low alcohol and no noticeable presence of any new oak. So pretty, such a great dinner wine.
(91 pts.)

