Years ago, when my parents still lived in Missouri and Kermit Lynch would not ship to DC, i used to have my purchases shipped to my parents for my mother to forward to me. To thank them, I’d buy wine for them too. So one Sunday morning I am chatting with my mother and she asks, “Is all Vouvray sweet?” I said, “no” and wondered what sweet vouvray she and my father might have ordered off a wine list in St Joseph, Mo. i asked if she knew what it was and she said, “yes, half the bottle is in our refrigerator. I could tell it was a really good wine but it was a little too sweet for dinner.”; I started racking my brain trying to think if I had bought them a demi-sec. she gets the bottle to tell me what they’d opened and that’s when I learned that some how I had left a 96 Le Mont 1ere Trie at my parents’ house.
Well, at least she liked it. My mother had a good palate.
Well, at least she liked it. My mother had a good palate.