Had it with dinner at JP Jeunet in Arbois. Ordered it on recommendation of the somm, after being informed the only bottle of Overnoy they had left was sold out (‘when in Rome…’).
On its own, a different beast, structured, attacks with the acid, carries a distinct note of preserved sour plum, almost biting when you start. I’m no expert on white wines, much less Jura, but having tried a handful, it does come across as ‘Arbois.’
With the Bresse chicken with vin jaune sauce, it is incredible. On its own (food or wine) and together, this experience has defined ‘terroir’ for me. I suspect its because the styles of both the wine and the cuisine are not as widespread as Burgundian or Bordelais, or even Provencal styles, thus you really get the sense of place. In any case, they went together superbly. Full credit to John Osgood and Larry Stein on this forum, who ‘persuaded’ me to make the drive out through their rave reviews on another thread on the Travel sub-forum. For those visiting Burgundy, Arbois is a very charming town where you can easily spend, at minimum, a long afternoon. Well worth the drive. As an aside, the service as Jeunet was top-notch, and, in my opinion, the chicken is better than the one at L’Hotel, albeit a different style of preparation.
Back to the wine: the restaurant decanted and I enjoyed the wine over the 3-hour span of dinner. It had plenty of life, and then some, through the last sip. The acid backbone was ever present through the meal, with layers of fruit coming on as the wine opened, helping it settle somewhat. Evolving throughout, getting a bit more balanced over time. The aforementioned sour plum gave way to fresher notes, like apricots a shade before ripening, or citrus that’s ripe but on the sour side. I swear I got vanilla a few times. I really wonder what it would be like with another 10 years…
Wines like this make me want to learn about and explore whites more, and also are encouraging w.r.t. experimenting. When the somm poured the final glass, he smiled at me and said cheekily “I’m sorry!” All I could reply was, “Me too!”


