This can't be good

I drank a bottle of the '98 Ogier last fall and it was very enjoyable.
It may have been the setting, which seems to make a difference in how I perceive wines these days. We had a meal with old dear friends in a fancy restaurant that sits by the bend of the Rhone river in Condrieu. The kind of place that has a triple decker cheese cart that takes two people to wheel out at the end of the meal. The food was great, and the wine complimented the meal well.

Anyway, what I remember the most about the Ogier was a big smokey charred meat nose, almost a characterization of Cote Rotie. It was structurally a young wine, with lots of tannin and acidity left. I don't know how that compares with your bottle.
 
Anyway, what I remember the most about the Ogier was a big smokey charred meat nose, almost a characterization of Cote Rotie. It was structurally a young wine, with lots of tannin and acidity left. I don't know how that compares with your bottle.

His didn't always used to be this way. I had some nice bottles of his early wines up to 1991 and he kept the concentration and oak in check. Pity, 'cause there was beautiful material there.
 
originally posted by Hank Beckmeyer:
Kinda sad that 11-12 year old Cote Roties are already over the hill. Really? Should I start giving mine away? Any takers?

If you're serious then, yes, I'm interested, and you needn't give them to me, I'm happy to pay or trade for them. AsherEsq at G mail dot com.
 
Hank, don't do it!

However, if you're so inclined, have them brown-bagged under the counter when you pour your wines in Berkeley on the 22nd. [insert amusing emoticon]
 
originally posted by Florida Jim:
originally posted by VS:
Jim - If it can serve as any sort of relief, those of us out here, outside fundamentalist nirvana, in this forlorn southwestern corner of Europe, have actually rather enjoyed the '99 Shafer HS several times in the past, feeling no urge to pour it down the drain. But I know - what's the worth of our disinformed, spoofulated opinion?

Victor,
But you see, I felt so comfortable in my little piece of that fundamentalist nirvana - now what am I to do?
Mark may be right - Californication - perish the thought. But I haven't a better explanation so . . .
And as it happens, I've always liked Hillside; in my beaver days when oak candy was catnip and in my more recent Mr. Natural pair-o-dice - who'd a thought?
Best, Jim
Jim, when we become involved on a personal level with something that we only have observed and involved ourselves with from a distance our perspective changes. I call it a reality check.
 
originally posted by Lou Kessler:
Jim, when we become involved on a personal level with something that we only have observed and involved ourselves with from a distance our perspective changes. I call it a reality check.

Since Californication seems the alternative, I think you're on to something.
'Might also explain some of my aches and pains.
Best, Jim
 
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