Over the past decade, the most deeply satisfying old wines I’ve had have been from Barolo and the Northern Rhone. Only the occasional Burgundy has sung for me, and even fewer Bordeaux. I’ve drunk more nebbiolos in recent years than syrahs, but I’ve had a remarkable string of older Rhones in the last month. First, I opened a 91 Chave Hermitage at Mark and Karrie Russo’s (TN: 91 Chave Hermitage - WINE TALK - WineBerserkers" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;). Then a friend served me a 90 Chave last weekend, which was also a treat – a touch riper than the 01 but maybe just a little less refined.
Tonight a guest at my brown bag group handed off a bottle of the 83 Guigal Cote Rotie Brune & Blonde to our host to carry and then couldn’t make it. What a gift!
This was shaken up on a long subway ride from Wall Street to the Upper West Side and still had oodles of sediment when it was decanted, so it was a bit murky when it was first poured. I guessed Burgundy at first, for it had an earthiness and a brightness to the fruits, which were at the red end of the scale. But after it settled down a bit in the glass, syrah suddenly popped out: that classic violets note. In the mouth, this was juicy, fruity and rich. A ripe year, clearly, and I said it had to be an Hermitage because it was too refined for a Cornas and too masculine and powerful for a Cote Rotie. I guessed an 89 Hermitage, based on the freshness and ripeness of the fruit, though plainly is was not a Chave.
What a surprise to find this was an 83 C-R. I finished my last bottle of this a dozen a years ago, at which point it was thinning noticeably. This had an East Coast importer’s sticker, and must have been a different lot altogether from the ones I bought in San Francisco in the mid-80s, imported by Grape Expectations. Even my 83 Guigal Hermitages were never this full-bodied. I’ve had more than my share of 83 Northern Rhones that were emaciated, with their fruit dried out and only the acid showing. This was everything I hoped the vintage could be when I first tasted through the vintage with Claude Kolm when they arrived.
I can only imagine how grand this would be if it hadn’t been shaken up and cloudy with sediment. As it was, it was 93/94 for me – true, classic Cote Rotie.
Sadly, the Guigal B&B today is nothing like this. The 98 I had a week or two ago was pleasant, but chunky, a bit too extracted, and rustic – no finesse at all.