I posted a note on this wine with the vintage off by a decade. Damned typos. Anyway, for the archive...
Bonneau 1988 Chteauneuf-du-Pape Rserve des Clestins (Rhne) Like drowning in a zero-gravity sea of satin, this wine seduces and entices but never grounds itself, preferring to float and writhe. Theres hickory, fermented roots, a bit of that 70s-style coconut tanning oil mixed with a supermodels extremely sexy perspiration (visualize it, dont analyze it), and a lot of soft, incredibly delicious fruit from the reddish-pink realm. And theres tannin in the graphitic style, like that of a top Bordeaux in the early days of its maturity, that rumbles along the palate, resetting and refreshing, before another sleepy-time wave of silk. The caveat, perhaps, is that its perhaps all a bit easy; the appeal of the wine is purely reactive and animalistic, without much of an intellectual component. Still, what a beautiful winestill years from full maturity, but absolutely compelling now. (10/08)
Bonneau 1988 Chteauneuf-du-Pape Rserve des Clestins (Rhne) Like drowning in a zero-gravity sea of satin, this wine seduces and entices but never grounds itself, preferring to float and writhe. Theres hickory, fermented roots, a bit of that 70s-style coconut tanning oil mixed with a supermodels extremely sexy perspiration (visualize it, dont analyze it), and a lot of soft, incredibly delicious fruit from the reddish-pink realm. And theres tannin in the graphitic style, like that of a top Bordeaux in the early days of its maturity, that rumbles along the palate, resetting and refreshing, before another sleepy-time wave of silk. The caveat, perhaps, is that its perhaps all a bit easy; the appeal of the wine is purely reactive and animalistic, without much of an intellectual component. Still, what a beautiful winestill years from full maturity, but absolutely compelling now. (10/08)