Sharon Bowman
Sharon Bowman
Yesterday I went to the weirdest cocktail party one might imagine. Not only was I the only woman present - OK, there was one other, but she was the French rep for something called "Cloudy Bay," which allowed me to glower at an old man who excitedly came to me, grabbing me by the arm, inquiring, "Vous tes la reprsentante de Cloudy Bay?"
There were a white and a red wine from Tahiti. Let's just say that when Carignan tastes like bernache*, you know something's wrong. I hope to save the population of Wine Disorder from ever letting les Vins de Tahiti pass their lips. (It's apparently just one guy; google it for more.)
Let's also note that I will sink my supposed "hipster" cred as surely as the Maine by saying I enjoyed a NV Louis Bouillot Crmant de Bourgogne, which was very dry and though one-note, the note was mineral, acidic and not trying to palate-flatter, thus fresh and pleasantly bubbly. These can be picked up, in white and ros versions, from Monoprix, I know, as I've seen them there before.
Oh, and I did taste Cloudy Bay. Um.
This evening's looking up, as a return to the Loire promises to be in the cards.
*bernache - partially fermented grape juice, drunk in October or November at someone's house on a lake in Sologne, or conversely, at a table d'hte in the March des Enfants Rouges, Paris IIIrd, if you're someone who goes to that kind of place, of course.
There were a white and a red wine from Tahiti. Let's just say that when Carignan tastes like bernache*, you know something's wrong. I hope to save the population of Wine Disorder from ever letting les Vins de Tahiti pass their lips. (It's apparently just one guy; google it for more.)
Let's also note that I will sink my supposed "hipster" cred as surely as the Maine by saying I enjoyed a NV Louis Bouillot Crmant de Bourgogne, which was very dry and though one-note, the note was mineral, acidic and not trying to palate-flatter, thus fresh and pleasantly bubbly. These can be picked up, in white and ros versions, from Monoprix, I know, as I've seen them there before.
Oh, and I did taste Cloudy Bay. Um.
This evening's looking up, as a return to the Loire promises to be in the cards.
*bernache - partially fermented grape juice, drunk in October or November at someone's house on a lake in Sologne, or conversely, at a table d'hte in the March des Enfants Rouges, Paris IIIrd, if you're someone who goes to that kind of place, of course.