Oswaldo Costa
Oswaldo Costa
Our last day in the Baux region, so we went to not-so-far Chateauneuf-du-Pape just for lunch and for the heck of it. At the Office de Tourisme I asked if the Charvin winery might be open and they had never heard of it. They pulled out a thick little directory with “all” the CdP producers, and there he wasn’t. Howzatt for shunning the crowde?
Anyways, as we approached the parking lot I saw a small Pegau cave and prevailed on the girls to give this hallowed name a quick try. The rotund bordering-on-elderly gentleman manning the shop displayed great pride of place, not seeming to be a mere hired hand. First he gave me a taste of a simpler bottling, that can’t bear the CdP coat of arms because it also contains carignan and merlot. I found it remarkably structured for a 7 Euro wine, and complimented him on it. He beamed. Next he gave me a taste of the 2008 CdP, which I found a bit dense and over-structured, but par for the imagined course.
I say I’d like to take a bottle as a souvenir of the visit. He shows me the available vintages (2004/5/6/7/8) and I ask which has the lowest alcohol or is the least ripe. He looks at me suspiciously and says they always pick at maximum ripeness. I say fine, but which of these maximum ripenesses has the lowest alcohol? He replies that 2003 was highest, with 15%, and perhaps 2002 was lowest and might suit me, but he doesn't have any left. Since, from that point onward, I could no longer ask him which was the least ripe, I ask which of the five available vintages has the lowest alcohol. He says it doesn’t matter if it’s 13.5% or 14.0% or 14.5%, they are all very ripe, and if I don’t like very ripe, then I won’t like any of them. I say that I realize that alcohol level is only one of many parameters, and I'd only use it for guidance if I knew nothing else about a wine; since I had him, the expert, to choose for me, I’d be happy to take whatever vintage he recommended. To my surprise, with courtesy but firmness, he remained adamant that I would not like any of them. I took that as my cue from the divine, thanked him for his time, picked up the girls and left.
Anyways, as we approached the parking lot I saw a small Pegau cave and prevailed on the girls to give this hallowed name a quick try. The rotund bordering-on-elderly gentleman manning the shop displayed great pride of place, not seeming to be a mere hired hand. First he gave me a taste of a simpler bottling, that can’t bear the CdP coat of arms because it also contains carignan and merlot. I found it remarkably structured for a 7 Euro wine, and complimented him on it. He beamed. Next he gave me a taste of the 2008 CdP, which I found a bit dense and over-structured, but par for the imagined course.
I say I’d like to take a bottle as a souvenir of the visit. He shows me the available vintages (2004/5/6/7/8) and I ask which has the lowest alcohol or is the least ripe. He looks at me suspiciously and says they always pick at maximum ripeness. I say fine, but which of these maximum ripenesses has the lowest alcohol? He replies that 2003 was highest, with 15%, and perhaps 2002 was lowest and might suit me, but he doesn't have any left. Since, from that point onward, I could no longer ask him which was the least ripe, I ask which of the five available vintages has the lowest alcohol. He says it doesn’t matter if it’s 13.5% or 14.0% or 14.5%, they are all very ripe, and if I don’t like very ripe, then I won’t like any of them. I say that I realize that alcohol level is only one of many parameters, and I'd only use it for guidance if I knew nothing else about a wine; since I had him, the expert, to choose for me, I’d be happy to take whatever vintage he recommended. To my surprise, with courtesy but firmness, he remained adamant that I would not like any of them. I took that as my cue from the divine, thanked him for his time, picked up the girls and left.