Here's an article I found on Google Books about summer "Light Wines" - originally published in 1862. It originally appeared in Charles Dickens' weekly
All The Year Round. A Weekly Journal Conducted by Charles Dickens. With Which is Incorporated Household Words."
The writer was familiar with wines from Touraine - there are plenty of fun comments - here's just one:
"The Touraine region... draws from the earth hogsheads upon hogsheads of excellent wines, which no one has ever seen or tasted out of the Touraine; which appear on nobody's table, which figure in no French innkeeper's bill of fare. Nevertheless, the writer knows by experience that they are very drinkable: nay, exhilarating. There are ruby-coloured, clarety growths, more or less light; there are the white wines of Blois and Beaugency; and at Vouvray, near Tours, is concocted an effervescent draught which, with your eyes shut or open, might pass for champagne. What becomes of the Touraine wines? Total ignorance; Egyptian darkness. Inquire for them of your wine-merchant. He keeps nothing of the kind, and never has kept anything of the kind. What do you mean by asking him such a question? All his clarets, without exception, come to him direct from Bordeaux. Plenty of Touraine wine, however, reaches Paris, perhaps even Bordeaux, where it is lost, like the Rhne, in holes in the ground. Instead of buying questionable Chateaux Margaux and St. Juliens, the lover of light wines might venture to patronise some of those of the Touraine, boldly calling them by their real names, and giving them out, at table, for what they are..."
A pdf of the full text is here. Or read the original publication on Google Books.
Enjoy
All The Year Round. A Weekly Journal Conducted by Charles Dickens. With Which is Incorporated Household Words."
The writer was familiar with wines from Touraine - there are plenty of fun comments - here's just one:
"The Touraine region... draws from the earth hogsheads upon hogsheads of excellent wines, which no one has ever seen or tasted out of the Touraine; which appear on nobody's table, which figure in no French innkeeper's bill of fare. Nevertheless, the writer knows by experience that they are very drinkable: nay, exhilarating. There are ruby-coloured, clarety growths, more or less light; there are the white wines of Blois and Beaugency; and at Vouvray, near Tours, is concocted an effervescent draught which, with your eyes shut or open, might pass for champagne. What becomes of the Touraine wines? Total ignorance; Egyptian darkness. Inquire for them of your wine-merchant. He keeps nothing of the kind, and never has kept anything of the kind. What do you mean by asking him such a question? All his clarets, without exception, come to him direct from Bordeaux. Plenty of Touraine wine, however, reaches Paris, perhaps even Bordeaux, where it is lost, like the Rhne, in holes in the ground. Instead of buying questionable Chateaux Margaux and St. Juliens, the lover of light wines might venture to patronise some of those of the Touraine, boldly calling them by their real names, and giving them out, at table, for what they are..."
A pdf of the full text is here. Or read the original publication on Google Books.
Enjoy