Sharon Bowman
Sharon Bowman
I've just opened a wine I've had for a few years, a high-end yet unavailable curiosity that was supposed to be good, for its reasons of pedigree and unavailability.
Reaction: yuck!
On the other hand, I feel my opening of it was not just whim, but dubious approach.
2004 DRC Hautes-Ctes-de-Nuits - yuck, green, yuck, seaweed, yuck, let me open Roulot Bourgogne. Ahhhhh, relief.
But I'll admit that I was not expecting a 40 Bourgogne Blanc to suck so massively.
Pour info, it's a bottling by the Domaine de la Romane Conti (yus, that one) sold to aid the erection (heh) of a convent in Burgundy.
Actually, I should have known better, because they served it by the glass two and a half years ago at Le Comptoir and I was underwhelmed. But it seems I dove for the bottle version. It's far, far worse than underwhelming. It's, well, DNPIM. With all dubious respect to M. Kane.
Reaction: yuck!
On the other hand, I feel my opening of it was not just whim, but dubious approach.
2004 DRC Hautes-Ctes-de-Nuits - yuck, green, yuck, seaweed, yuck, let me open Roulot Bourgogne. Ahhhhh, relief.
But I'll admit that I was not expecting a 40 Bourgogne Blanc to suck so massively.
Pour info, it's a bottling by the Domaine de la Romane Conti (yus, that one) sold to aid the erection (heh) of a convent in Burgundy.
Actually, I should have known better, because they served it by the glass two and a half years ago at Le Comptoir and I was underwhelmed. But it seems I dove for the bottle version. It's far, far worse than underwhelming. It's, well, DNPIM. With all dubious respect to M. Kane.