You know, someone was complaining to me the other day about Huet - how they're like the Yquem of Vouvray - very good, never the best (according to him) in any vintage, and boring.
Well, fuck him. I'm surprised it is still open, but boy am I glad I buy the wines every year, thinking that someone in 50 years' time will be thankful. It's nice, very nice now, but it's just the spring blossom, and the fruit down the road (you know, you just know) will be as succulent as any you've tasted, and it's so bountiful that you'll have to make preserve as well, which will be simply stupendous with credit to the material rather than the maker. So - very pretty and wondrous now, but different and just as satisfying later.
Drink and hold, baby, drink and hold.
Well, fuck him. I'm surprised it is still open, but boy am I glad I buy the wines every year, thinking that someone in 50 years' time will be thankful. It's nice, very nice now, but it's just the spring blossom, and the fruit down the road (you know, you just know) will be as succulent as any you've tasted, and it's so bountiful that you'll have to make preserve as well, which will be simply stupendous with credit to the material rather than the maker. So - very pretty and wondrous now, but different and just as satisfying later.
Drink and hold, baby, drink and hold.