Tonight, with temperatures predicted to fall below 0F, we hunkered down and grilled some ribeye steaks. With this red meat orgy, I opened a bottle of 1994 Ch. Beaucastel Chateauneuf-du-Pape, which was still inky dark going brick at the rim. It only had a mild barnyard aroma overlaying the dark fruit and olives
and had a nice acid backbone and smooth tannins at this stage of its life. Although I chose this wine primarily to indulge in the fantasy that I was somewhere in the Mediterranean rather than Siberia, it proved to be a more than decent match with the steak. Since I normally think of Grenache-based wines as being more suited to game and smoked meats, I attribute this different showing to the atypical, Mourvedre-heavy encepagement. This was the last of our '94 CdPs, though some '89s and '90s still linger in the cellar.
Reporting from the frozen Midwest,
Mark Lipton
and had a nice acid backbone and smooth tannins at this stage of its life. Although I chose this wine primarily to indulge in the fantasy that I was somewhere in the Mediterranean rather than Siberia, it proved to be a more than decent match with the steak. Since I normally think of Grenache-based wines as being more suited to game and smoked meats, I attribute this different showing to the atypical, Mourvedre-heavy encepagement. This was the last of our '94 CdPs, though some '89s and '90s still linger in the cellar.
Reporting from the frozen Midwest,
Mark Lipton