A thoroughly mediocre meal at Tribeca Grill, where they actually enforced the “1 bottle for 2 people” free corkage policy despite a stone empty restaurant:
2012 PYCM St. Aubin 1er “En Remilly” - Disappointing. Less concentration than 2010 and 2011 vintages of same. Good acid, but not much going on other than a good whack of charry oak. Lemony. Simple. Not bad, but far below the established standard of the producer and vineyard - I’ve had plenty of terrific wines from this vineyard.
1989 Jadot Nuits 1er “Boudots” - My easy WOTN. A bit muted on the nose - tart cherry and whiffs of spice - but a gorgeous palate, resolved, rich, ripe, concentrated - just tons of delicious pinot fruit with a silky texture. Infinitely better than last week’s 1990 Grivot Boudot. This bottle was far more Boudots than Nuits. Excellent, drinking beautifully.
2011 Fourrier Gevrey 1er “Cherbaudes” - What went wrong here? Odd mirepoix like greenness underpins candied, bubble gum / jolly rancher red fruit. Like a mediocre Sonoma Coast pinot. Very new world, in a " new wave producer" sort of way. Not undrinkable, but not pleasant, either. Opened well in advance to dissipate reduction.
1995 Calon Segur - Very bretty. There seemed to be a nice wine underneath and the less brett sensitive at the table liked this, but it was very, very bretty. Flawed; I can’t imagine all bottles are this badly infected.
1978 Ridge York Creek Petite Syrah - Whoa - this is a big, powerful wine even at age 36. Black as night, licorice, garrigue and honey. Still very tannic and concentrated - not ready yet. A touch porty. Not nearly as good as a 1974 Mondavi PS drunk at you-know-where last weekend, but with some room to improve.
1997 Willi Schaefer Graacher Domprobst Spatlese Auction - Real interesting, but not that great. An odd juxtaposition of limey, medium ripe Riesling fruit with a big dollop of botrytis and a great acid backbone. Nose a touch muted. Sugar mostly digested. This is odd, interesting wine - botrytis on such a cool fruit profile - and the bottle is easily killed, but it’s quite disjointed and almost off-putting; it begs to be sweeter and riper than it is.