Michel Abood
Michel Abood
Friday night I joined a buddy for a quiet little dinner at his place. But what should have been a relaxing, quiet evening ended up being an excuse for some fantastic wretched excess. Two guys + four bottles= one mean hangover the next day...
-2001 Guffens-Heynen Macon-Pierreclos "Le Chavigne"
The oak shows itself in a shy way, peeking up as more of a soft blanket than a wooden mallet, but it's still there. Oh yes, I can see you, you little mischevious barrel... Still, the fruit was lively and dancing over the oak, shining forth with some delicious, vibrant flavors on a slightly fat mouthfeel with some nice acidity and some minerality, like licking wet granite, and a medium-length finish. Very nice.
-1999 Jadot Corton Greves
At first, there was a bit of an herbal component that had both of us worried, but in the decanter this shook its green notes off and offered some hints of light red fruit and tons of minerality. In fact, the minerality here was almost overwhelming, like a huge, ancient moss-covered stone wall. Very closed but has some promise for the future.
-1993 Fontaine-Gagnard Pommard Les Rugiens
This was shy at first but soon blossomed into a lovely wine, with ruby fruits and rustic minerals bouncing around the palate with that delicious purity many 1993s get. I think if I'd been blinded I would have guessed Pommard, it also had that rustic power I sometimes associate with the village. Delicious.
-2001 Armand Rousseau Clos de la Roche
After a week of hard work, I saw this winking at me in the Cave and decided to pop it. I know many folks aren't crazy about his CDR, but let's face it, it's Rousseau, he knows what he's doing with almost all his wines, and frankly I didn't give a damn. After breathing for the better part of 2 hours, this began ramping up its game, showering the palate with red fruits and berries, all contained in a minerally frame that washed down your throat, leaving behind not just a long finish but that haunting quality one gets from great Burgundy, that indelible after-image of something beautiful that hovers over your mid-palate like a teasing angel. I was swooning with this wine (at this point almost literally), and just letting sit on my tongue was pleasure enough, I didn't want it to end. But, alas, all good things come to an end, and this too soon became a longing memory.
What a great way to end a long, hard week of work.
Cheers!
-2001 Guffens-Heynen Macon-Pierreclos "Le Chavigne"
The oak shows itself in a shy way, peeking up as more of a soft blanket than a wooden mallet, but it's still there. Oh yes, I can see you, you little mischevious barrel... Still, the fruit was lively and dancing over the oak, shining forth with some delicious, vibrant flavors on a slightly fat mouthfeel with some nice acidity and some minerality, like licking wet granite, and a medium-length finish. Very nice.
-1999 Jadot Corton Greves
At first, there was a bit of an herbal component that had both of us worried, but in the decanter this shook its green notes off and offered some hints of light red fruit and tons of minerality. In fact, the minerality here was almost overwhelming, like a huge, ancient moss-covered stone wall. Very closed but has some promise for the future.
-1993 Fontaine-Gagnard Pommard Les Rugiens
This was shy at first but soon blossomed into a lovely wine, with ruby fruits and rustic minerals bouncing around the palate with that delicious purity many 1993s get. I think if I'd been blinded I would have guessed Pommard, it also had that rustic power I sometimes associate with the village. Delicious.
-2001 Armand Rousseau Clos de la Roche
After a week of hard work, I saw this winking at me in the Cave and decided to pop it. I know many folks aren't crazy about his CDR, but let's face it, it's Rousseau, he knows what he's doing with almost all his wines, and frankly I didn't give a damn. After breathing for the better part of 2 hours, this began ramping up its game, showering the palate with red fruits and berries, all contained in a minerally frame that washed down your throat, leaving behind not just a long finish but that haunting quality one gets from great Burgundy, that indelible after-image of something beautiful that hovers over your mid-palate like a teasing angel. I was swooning with this wine (at this point almost literally), and just letting sit on my tongue was pleasure enough, I didn't want it to end. But, alas, all good things come to an end, and this too soon became a longing memory.
What a great way to end a long, hard week of work.
Cheers!