originally posted by John Roberts:
Thanks all.
Checked the garage for the 2009/2010 Jaugueyron HM but it's gone. I definitely drank that too early. I'm not sure what my rush was. I think it was the victim of being too close at hand, particularly this/last year. It always had the upside of a highly touted High A baseball player, maybe a right fielder with some speed and pop. It was a bit awkward (read a bit tannic, although I drank them largely without food (whoops)), although it always had more upside. I should have been more patient. (Theo? Theo?) I also have more 2010 Ormes than I thought. Whoops. So I guess I was a touch late to that. Or at least the time is now. Drink!
By way of update/addendum/Derridean attachment, while searching for the Jaugueyron, I pulled a 2009 Cazin Renaissance from the same mixed case. No expectations. I've long read about these on here and so collected some 2005-2012. I've had maybe a half-dozen of them, from different vintages and different sources (yikes!), and I must say that I have always been unenthusiastic, although, of course, the price was always good, so who cares?
Tonight, the Cazin had surprisingly light color, encouraging color, but was initially not aromatic, or jumbled. Not encouraging. Didn't bother to sip for a while, and sipped with low anticipation.
Absolutely electrifying. Take your breath away good. I never got it. But this bottle was crazy. Glyceryl, authoritative, with orange marmalade, but on the less-sweet side, like some excellent French gelee that you would be served in some great restaurant, but without the extra sugar around the outside. Membrillo and quince paste and some of those not-sweet hard jams from the San Juans. And then a transformation into the sweetest real Hawaiian pineapple. It was not sticky sweet but decadent and liquid in a sense that you could think of great exemplars. It was stunning. Jaw dropping.
And then I smelled the nose again, and it was orange blossom and almost decadent ripe flower petal. And then it turned to mineral STANK. Like being by the ocean, like a dishwasher, this mineral STANK comes over. And it is rock. Like the equal of Joly. Utterly Loire. Unbelievable. And then again out of this STANK, when you sip, this taste of caramelized orange and quince. Take your breath away for a second good. I had no fucking idea.
Hits on two nights in a row!
A reaffirmation of the conventional wisdom of this blog. The Vladimir Lenin of white wines.
