originally posted by mark e:
Not sure if the ennui would abate, but without a question, the wines were different 25 years ago. That elusive thing Bill Mayer called a perfect Mosel kabinett is likely never to be seen again - or maybe it will, but we won't see it.
my sense entirely.
my attempt (at this point, in cet, a couple of glasses to teh wind) to make sense of all teh foregoing is to recall that i did actually love riesling from once upon a time -- you will remember bottles shared in sf, and i am lucky still to have shit-tonsish of same in teh fatcave. and i do like it when others push me to open those older wines.
what is notable is that, rather than getting teh drinking unicorn boner, i find these wines less interesting than if they weren't -- by dint of climate changes -- such fucking unicorns. there is an aesthetic joy that comes from connected experience that cannot be replicated in a drive-by.
all this and teh foregoing fat-twaddle will hopefully fumble towards why, at some point, i just grew cold on newer versions of same. long before teh plumpsensors got teh clue. (hence teh rieslinglake.)
i've had teh same experience with red burgundy, but in that case, it was all confounded with teh doltish price increases.
which is to say, at some point, you figure it isn't you that has changed. it is teh shit in teh glass. dolts notwithstanding.
fb.